The farther we go the farther we venture in understanding of the past

You can mask your fangs
behind a sweet innocent smile.
You can hide
your mean clutches inside a pair of fancy gloves,
but
you could never hide your soul
from poetry,
behind
poetry.
You could never conceal unsightliness
behind
clarity.

Hide your drunkenness from the wickets
because drunkenness stop them to uphold
the mockery of their masks