I am an illusion in now,
As this is no discernible script
My foray dances unto darkest schemes
gives illustrations as memory ripped
Although slight muse draws monochrome dreams
dynamic flight jumps with diligence trip
engaged upon the architect's ease
Woo-zing awkwardly through shady slight
whence I pace about you to join me
Push me sidewards to accommodating light


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