turtles all the way down

quiet intonation masks
an aura of deceit

before the pleasantries begin
pray do take of your seat.

a mantled brow an air of woe
the light it fades and casts its glow

so no imposture hides from view
and with it notions wither

thickened plot will boil not simmer
first to last do palms perspire

inward contemplation then
of scenes laid out for mice and men

care not or fully grasped for need
oblivious to end of deed

and onward in for such a time
as carrier can self remind

a vessel fill it full with meaning
write the wrong but stand not leaning

herein lies the truth of nothing
mere fragments looking out

end to end and stacked so neat
turtles all the way down