Set First a Dream before Your Vision

Behind the lines written for only our eyes to read
Lies hidden a door with infinite parallels
Each frame opening in a different direction
Making it hard to keep track of its order of operations
Let’s not get lost while decoding
For once all containment is breached
Retracing locks and footsteps
Is only made possible by mirrors of two
The prize at both ends: our original sin
For which atonement never comes easy
Both images real
Neither to be touched
Else their outlined path shall be shattered
And we’ll be eternally stuck
In a pattern of shame and wanting
Better to move slowly
If we are to win
So dry your eyes and take my hand
I’ve breadcrumbs in my pocket
Just in case