I made a crack
so I could look at you
though the crumbling wall
of my self-preservation.
it took me awhile to make,
knocking my head against.
now I see you,
(behind)
my forehead is numb.
and maybe you’re right,
maybe it is better.
(like this).
do you hear me?
I am looking at you!
while you’re dressing yourself
in the attire of rinds,
that you peeled
off my ego.
an armor you made.
to fight speeding cameras
while I am hiding.