Into

You
are sunk
Your hair grease-sagged
eyes panda-popped
undying devotion
to the brown-crust nails

What
are you?
child man void?
Drunk on deception
there - zero is all.

We
clamber into adulthood
knuckle-scuffed but you
pristine but for the stains of
indolent refrain
find a soft spot
paw an alcove
retreat and reframe.