The Dance of Shifting Spectrum

We can be friends here
Neither of us claim this place
Why would anyone?

My hair stands on end
Without a touch you show me
You're more than you seem

So we adventure
I paint the walls with dreamscapes
You gather the words

We do fall away
But Hope's Hope echoed back then
Even as today

Imbalanced partners
But who can judge in what way?
Playing patty-cake

We learn our own dance
Each committing our own parts
Saving them for years

Life loses its grip
The Doppler effect exposed
Turning orange to red

Now a distance rose
But in some ways very close
And right on the mark 

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