layer fake

Makes sense
of all this
how we complicate
de-simplify
spread layer upon layer
mystify.

No movement
circles wide
but random change
waverings
and weaving too to fro
embellishings.

Bury me
in granular addictions
doesn’t matter if I need it
it’s the fact that I can have it
only then I wonder why
too late the hero
cannot breathe.

And still
I cast another net
and still
I smother and regret.

No room
for error or remorse
if it all came crashing down
I may be covered by the debris
weight emphatic
dust of air
and strewn.

©robertgreig2009