Poly-Ticks

hide me in the house
keep my eyes from
seeing the truth painting
in the widows are the pictures
all I hear is
go back to sleep
stay in dream state

there will always be
proctor to protect
from foes and friends
no need to know
the evil face
that calls itself reality

deep inside is an urging
to go back where it all began
so hard to do
when the canvas
looking at so long
has been painted over
so thick
like a world in itself

what is beneath the skin
what lies beneath the crusted over lies