And as the thing itself is its layers

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And as the thing itself is its layers,

That way the layers themselves are the thing.

And if all the layers are removed, there is no thing left.

And if there is no thing, the layers dry and wear out.

And the thing is there when its layers are tightened around it,

And the layers exist when they embrace the thing.

And in my layers there are reflections of so many people.

And there is my reflection in other people's layers,

And it is wonderful and bigger than me to think I am a touch of who they are.

And you are in every one of my layers,

And tears of excitement choke the throat

When I imagine me even in only one of yours.