what do you know about making windows?
About glass panels and what's behind them
Seemingly clear but with vague reflection
How do you shape deceit's frame?
A fixed foundation around distorted panes
And beyond them, inside them, us tired shadows
What do you know about building walls?
A much more honest process, to be sure
Raised to block the light from passing
Shut out voices whose mouths I can't control
Pull the blinds on their lies and deception
But then retreat, inside my walls and windows, to drown in my silence
I long to push the door open
Critics be damned I won't try