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A layer at a time you fold back and and what lies beneath makes a dramatic reveal.
The realization sets in and your floodgate act in defense.
For every one step forward we waltz three back. Dancing endlessly around the point.
I fear this will be our last stanza together.
You, me and what could be.
Perhaps I am alone on this page as you suggest.
We trust in ourselves so we are not so easily fooled by your parallax.
The shimmering light that refracts against the water is only an illusion. Break down the camera obscura and be your own champion. Take the blame off objects shifting beyond fields of vision.
No leap of faith. Walk strong into the dark night.