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If ever I could take a peek

past where the curtain falls

and see beyond the velvet cloth

the writing on the walls

If only I could catch a glimpse

behold the other side

the Weaver’s hidden reasons for

loose threads and knots untied

If I could take a few steps back

to view the canvas so

and see the blur take on a form

the colors start to show

I know my heart would understand

why things are meant to be

the truths declared in echoed tones

behind the tapestry

I know my heart would comprehend

the seeming random lines

my eyes would find the purpose

and the pattern of the signs

But in my heart I also know

it beats inside of me

there’s only just so far

that the eyes are meant to see

the curtain isn’t what is real

and the obscurity

plays but a very minor role

in what’s reality

Another layer covering

the endless verity

the unfathomable essence

of REAL sincerity

I take my place behind the pane (pain)

the glass is really air

and know the streaming rivulets

will turn the window clear.