Espy
a secret
Buried in eagerness
          Acting different
          It read out loud
To an exact feeling
Uneasy to miss
          Nesting there
          Something small
Finally became big

Branching out
Untouchable height
          It seeks no limit

Or consequence
Of prepping for a glimpse
          Desired by
Ignorance

          Staining red
          Conflicted doom
          Upon old experience
          Fully aware of the oblivious
Old trick