Meter and Rhythms
Stuff can be two things
Can a person be the same
Viewed by one other?
He and I the same?
Layered to avoid collapse
Perpetual bloom?
I wonder such things
As I prepare to enter
And facades crumble
The fearless scales fall
If true, it must be complete
No structural flaws
What a perfect dream!
Stability in the lines
Feeling bursts throughout
Love felt in real time
Able to walk anywhere
And know the rules stand
Such architecture
Feels like it would still take time
Even if timeless
So name your hour
Let us make preparations
Be ready for eep.
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