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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