"Who that be? Hell bent on spying into my window, My window of knowledge, conception, constant consideration for those who want to amount to nothing. Dust, slipping through fingers,bold and gentle. Who that be? He,she,we are all spying on one another, no other way to be in this learned behavior. Who am I but my future child, here and unborn to so many things. Who that be? Hell bent on breaking my window, Powerful assumptions, curses and insults fall upon broken and twisted glass bottom tear drops of numbness. The comfort of warmth consumes smears of mind blowing noise as the window is closed... ...and the spies move elsewhere..."