Deceit’s Surprise

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My soul pouts for attention
while my spirit soars higher.

Taste day’s labor in light.
Savor night’s labor in shadow.

Pain surges up from heart to throat
and strangles in pinhole space.

Pictures spill out soul and spirit
in dark hues and bright dimmed.

His touch carved into me,
chiseled into me,
as ebony on alabaster.

Indelible marks of substance,
depth of imprint wise melted
with deceit’s surprise.

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