staring up

you're always seeing in the clouds.
you're dazed from so much staring up
into a portrait growing up.

a child-like faith:
in the motives & monsters under a bed;
in pretending that praying is bowing a head.

your world's got a veil all 'round it
meant to cleanse & keep it-

like:
a something far away & faint—
some chalk-drawn lines dividing restraint.
-like a something wild with primary paint
to keep away the futility taint.

what wholly truths
do not still have some pores?
grazed knees scar though they mend
& a fire within is of a kind can burn cold.