A commotion cried out from the other room 

They ran and saw us there 

Behind the curtain, we drew closer 

Not knowing that closer meant farther and further down than before

The window cracked open, in cups and plates laid out

Time moves slowly, our souls strung about in little circles

The onlookers saw us there

Cried out and asked how it was we were 

Seasons had passed and their hair was longer

It took us a moment to get up and call back 

We look at the walls, out the window, and into the mirror

There is rain and dirt and the sun and the moon in this room 

We could go and find the edges of this map

But we rose and walked back towards the door 

Onlookers cried as we passed through the vestibule 

Where we were and where we are going are not too different

But we may change if we are able 

The onlookers embraced us knowing not how far we had to go

But we may stay a while longer in the same room together

We shared this embrace and walked from room to room 

Sharing in whispers 

They may see us spinning 

But we never move