Equality

Have a tendency
Of getting lost in a crowd
Or in lover's eyes

Stay until the end
So the beginning is seen
The inner sanctum

Have no other path
From first sight it was fated
Walking by instinct

Dream of perfection
Waking to see its shadow
Chase into the light

Seek not to undo
But to marvel at each piece
Fortifying them

Stand as enemies
Learning the depths of commands
Complicated task

Fall to be picked up
This battle is not over
From first touch begun

Collapse in fit arms
Exhausted but awakened
A task worth its time

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