Can you arrange the blocks
And place yourself within?
Can you draw the intricate maze
You have to solve on the long hallway
floor,
And pencil in your evanescence?
Can you craft another realm
And slip—enter,
Like a shadow ripple beneath a scrim?
Ascend like string lights in a terraced
atrium
Until you find the color.
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