through the wall

breaking

through the wall

the veil

of plaster

just like drywall

in the old bathroom

something unseen

is scraping

through

the fists not mine

are

doing it

yes

something

unseen

but felt

like

i don't have the word

from the inside

it blazes

and charges

and then

it is done

a new view

a higher spire

to peek at

the streets

the comings

and

goings

of thoughts

and colors

and harmonies

and rhythms

and patternings

and repatternings

and repatternings

and repattterningings

like

in the old

kaleideschope ( i like this better.....)...a new....pattern////....lllll.....

laughing

and

laughing

and

laughing

all the way!