something about groups

something about groups
and the layers they overlap
over lies and half truths
each new member
becomes a weaver
of tangled threats
and concealed regrets
each old member
trying to tie off knots
of how right they were
back where they linger
memories and fantasies
in woven wild patterns
that resurface and recur
as if what has past
will come around again
and that’s the whole truth
for sure