Sometimes
The mask cracks
Muddy tectonic plates have dried into dust on my face
Flaked off dream dust of the pretty girl
Who lies with a look
And truths with a song

It chips off
And is done
Gone away
Vanished
And beneath?

A tiny bird cheeps feebly
A lion cub fiercely squeaks
A cricket chirps
And the old wooden gate creaks on its hinges.
Berries ripen on the bush
The fox bares her teeth with a snarl
The birch trees shush in the breeze
And the world is one indescribable play-date.