We think we cover it so well,
Layers and layers ,
to conceal the imperfections,
those things we see as flaws.
Always afraid , they’ll be stripped away
by life’s unfeeling jaws.
But then you collide,
with another soul.
Whose vision seems almost preternatural .
How did they come so close?
And then you realize,
their layers , are your layers.
Separate coats of gloss ,
but from the same brush.
The graffiti the same.
And suddenly , you are seen.
through all the misted layers of choke-filled smog that smother the world.
You are heard,
in all the noise that blankets the city,
and then in that cacophony ; of brick and steel ,
taxis and hearts rushing ,
the art coalesces.
Ruby Jeanette Woods
Street Art by Eduardo #Kobra
