When your world is covered by construction tarps for months on end, it seeps into your consciousness.

A shroud obscures my vision
It is mist, cloud, a wisp floating by
It is veil to protect me from the light

A shroud is mystery
It envelopes with folds upon folds
and gives me pause to wonder what lies beneath

A shroud is discovery
I strip away layer after layer
to reveal the truth within

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