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and you see me
in your spectral gaze
fluid yet fixed in your snare
always graceful
even in downfall
for i am no dimension
but time
where you see
distorted
hollows filled
i am not me
but a construct
edited in type
whittled down
exalted there
so that you may catch a glimpse
fleeting
stranded in your butterfly net
and for that moment you possess me
to think of me as you wish
but i am elsewhere
you never really had me
but only what i let you see
which could be all lies
but at the very least
an artful illusion
polished rough from dull stone
smoothed off edges
i could not let you see me bare
so knowing this
read me as you dare