It’s an image.
Of carved wood.
A tough guess.
Shellac thick.
Earthen brown in color.
The body arches forward.
The legs are entwined.
Could be male or female.
The hair falls descending.
Liken it to a cataract flowing.
Cupped crevice underneath pooling.
Nothing is discriminate of this figurine.
It just is ~ immovable ~ timeless ~ sullen.
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