the layered life

it's a layered cake.

this life.
the sweet bread.
the icing.

the warm pan
it sits in, unsliced.

divisions of color.
of space
and time.

the rising of flour
and sugar.

sublime.

and when it's all gone,
what crumbs

that are left of us,
of our
memories and dreams,

are swiftly pushed
aside.