You see the curves and not the
deep cuts.
Paint and varnish.
The smoke.
Mirrors.
I walk a straight line
Into a pitch black.
You’re content with veneer
while I relish all the splinters.
You see the curves and not the
deep cuts.
Paint and varnish.
The smoke.
Mirrors.
I walk a straight line
Into a pitch black.
You’re content with veneer
while I relish all the splinters.