Layers by Sam Flot

Layers

By Sam Flot

The original layer of façade beams

Happily split like branches or needles

Flat across the very front

The next layer is opposite a door

Constructed inside a gateway

Limiting the size of the entrance

Capable of opening and closing

At the simple turn of a knob

The next layer exhibits similarities of

A Salvadoran serape or a Swedish Film

In the sense of ironic transference

Thick with symbolism

Yet to be discovered or covered or

Any of the variables available

Down to the gene of the genre’s DNA

The next layer digresses

At the backwards rate of state of the art

Technological advances

Taking a step back

Devolving until the industrial age is obsolete

The next layer is the most confusing

Due to the lack of consistency of distance and length

Widening to unfamiliar quote marks and

Surreptitious question marks and

Sometimes it’s hard to trust the will and intention

Of grammar gone bad

The final layer

Is a simple calico quilt

Patterned like a thousand petal lotus

Opening always in the act

3.12.2014