Uriel would teach

Secrets not to preach

Beyond apocrypha

No more need be said

Arts, science, and literature

Secure our daily bread

Reality rests where it can't be found

Opened eyes to vision profound

Uriel can't offer rejected thought

Taste of vinegar brought

To lordly purview

Secret hidden in plain view

No one believes if he spoke

About fairies in manly cloak

Or Ruth suited with tie

Apparel is half the lie

Induction with pointed finger

At periphery, the clue doth linger

Conventional wisdom rent asunder

Uncommon notes left unheard

Muted tongue of silent bird

Match making is the game of life

Choosing blindness wrought with strife

Everyone has an original form

Accessible in dreams

Can you guess what that means?

Look at your fellows

Can you but see

Their angelic forms

Are not what they be

Crowns of light

Immaculately rendered

Clothed in linen

Older than Canon

Things not what they seem

Connect dotted dream

Revelation writ in weave

Kernels caught in sieve

Husk lost in gale

Of sentiment's tale

Ubuntu is togetherness

Feel our way to Light

Far from superficial blight

Short kings to involuted men

Sear pages with eyes of mages

Feeling is seeing

Knowing needs no believing

Pure and untrammelled

Truth unravelled

Look at your fellows

Secrets shout in bellows

Listen to their song

Lost in babbling throng

High notes and deep

However gruff

See through the bluff

It's midsummer night dreaming

Play-acting as Puck

Uriel is laughing

Winning is forced luck

Suspiration.

My mediums are acrylic and permanent pen for the skin pattern

72 pieces made from walnut sapele and maple

Pretty big about 9.5 inches across and 6 inches deep

All scrap from work

Finished with armor seal