peeling back the layers
of self-deception
the truth
of everything
is dissolved into itself
we are hidden
behind our own surface
that inter-faces
with the world we cling to
it’s the only one we have
it’s the only one there is
it is everything
and every thing
is but a fleeting moment
the transient glance
at some thing
someone
glancing back at you
being caught in your thingness
in the trap that we are
and that is everything