Reading the Frame and Contents

It's hard to place myself outside of the narrative,


inhabiting it fully

and breathing it in

is the most logical thing I can do.


The Art and Hand are both of the same Mind.


There is a disconnection

that I can't always ignore,

so I close it with water.


My Heart is tethered to Hope,


she sings to me,

I draw her face near

for a kiss,


There is salvation in our creation.