Hidden behind chosen front,
Veneer created for survival,
Thick, taut, cracked, hard, transparent, rough or shiny.
Glazing over and clouding,
Dimming and diminishing, Authentic Life.
Which face is real,
And which untrue,
Have we forgotten?
We need our fronts, tops, backs, and bottoms;
Places we live, work, eat, pray and play…
The concealing stories we tell.
A state of being maybe only death,
Could strip away?
Peeling back false nature…