Paintings of
red or
bodies hung in
fallen trees,
I couldn’t give myself
theology.

It’s very difficult
to embrace.
The most unlikely
of sources,
the elements
of story exist
to tell,
to experience.

And,
because of memoirs, myths
I understood
conflict.

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