I offer breathing without breath
and dancing up and down, round and round
in (mostly) perfect time
and, I promise,
I'll never miss a step.
Though diving, flying or driving
it's all upon my stairs
from Kitty Hawk to Clermont
moving from wherever, to wherever
with whoever, doing whatever
but if you want the truth
nothing here has been anywhere
(except perhaps, round the bend)
There's no two ways about it
my brother's never told a lie.
But I'll deceive you any way I can,
and if you stumble upon these steps
you won't find me
I never stop, I never rest
and though it may appear that I have left
nothing on these steps
has ever felt the need to die.
What am I?
First Hint
Here's half a way to solve
a clue, in fact, it's key
and a door is like a lens
altogether but unseen;
however long your eyes persist
I can certainly tell you this,
you'll never walk through
my locked doors
(after all, what is a door
when a door does not exist)
Second Hint
To and from, and Inbetweens
cascade across my steps
and though there are no doors
no walls, no metal bars
there are cels to always
keep things kempt