I cannot write plainly here,
where peering eyes can see,
as if it were just you and me,
so watch my words
twist and writhe
and squirm so their secrets you'll see.
They are shadows of what is,
a kaleidescope view of
what you should see.
So watch them closely
and doubt not a wriggle
and keep the meaning
between you and me.

The End

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