The visitor encroaching
On places not allowed
Vague impressions rambling
Hardly following the crowd
Moving in a quiet walk
At a slow deliberate pace
Hoping the custodians
Had no record of that face
Shadows lengthen, footsteps hushed
A secret kept in stride
Each corner holding stories
Where truths and doubts collide
Yet every step unsettles still
A presence stretched too thin
A whispered warning lingers close
Of where he’s never been
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