Interactions of masculine life.

Sown. 
Hard. 
Ripe. 
Cleansed. 

See me different. 
Sown into a tie 
and suit
for the night, 
and masked. 

See me different. 
Sown onto 
a monolith
pressed against 
a hard place, 
a similar ceiling,
and a rock.   

See me, I’m different. 
tell by the distress 
and the the gash, broad
and red-open. 

Tugging at seams,
beating off what seems
and shedding. 

Fabrics playing 
quilted 
quicker-picker 
upper with body, blood 
and flesh.  

Sea me, I’m different. 
Seamless and unmasked 
and diving. 

After a salt bath 
all memory 
of monolith 
and man dissolve, 
and scars. 

All sown things eventually 
paint deep 
and fated images. 

Hard and masked; 
scab to scar. 

Pierced. 
Tender. 
Pruned. 
Healed.

Nothing is missing Man as knows nothing See me whole,Knowing missing. See me different