My enemy:
He looks at the cracks on the wall
And slides into them like rain
Slithering to the bottom in many directions
Like a tree’s roots.
Once he settles,
He is there forever.
Forever is quite a long time,
But it has an end.
The end is far away from here,
But for him it is but a walk.
My enemy’s home is in the polished glass,
And I must evict him.