Layers on layers,
Upon layers of layers,
That are layers of syncopated moments,
Layers of sediment and time.
Layers of actions so real,
They are a thin, solid part of our footing,
Supporting our stance, our grip,
Our balance, allowing us to feel, and think.
Layers that are surface.
Layers that are the highest,
And the lowest.
Layers that give us low and high feelings.
Layers that support our forever,
When we embrace our selfish eternities.
Layers whose vantage,
Show us a route beyond.
Copyright © Victor Van Beuren | Year Posted 2019
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