Whirling and stooping
Swooping and scooping
And at a beck and call
Swooning and dipping
Slipping, tripping, flipping
Always at love's call
Smoke and mirrors now meet
Me; as I crouch behind latticework
I build my fortress of filigree
With my dance of light and facade
And throw red herrings into the sea
Shout to the big bad wolf 'en garde'
Blind devotion, complete compliance
Acquiescence too soon, no indeed
Absolute devotion in obsolescence
Eyes deny recognition, touch remains
Unknown, the voice resonates
No more. I exist once more.
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