Behind Indigo Door WC
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Behind the Indigo Door
18" x 24"
acrylic / canvas
Outside in the world of scrutiny and stares
I carry my burdisome mask to soothe,
to calm and placate them with my fitting in
not jarring with my presence.
Myself and all the others
not quite connected or quite real
cedar faces on a totem
same direction....different aspect.
But once behind my indigo door
I slip into my skin of truth
and put upon the coat of me
and climb down from the lofty pole
to roam freely in the woods.
This terrain is so familiar
for it is the land of self
and every beast's at my command
. . . behind the indigo door.
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