again, against mortar

i'm chipping away at it
brick by brick
it's an arduous process
but i'm clipping the clay of it
etching process in to stay
when can i trust my body?
why do i view it as a cloak -
when it holds the core of me?
                i want to embody me

instead i'm penduluating   -    
   - bob against mortar,
with ritual tapping
i habitualise cracking
when listening to the sounds i make
i feel something good

it itches a scratch