Connecting the dots

To find your pace,
your gait;
the way you rock,
the noise you make.

To join the dots
of your Camelot,
your past envelop
your future unknot.

I have no key,
no easy spell,
but truth is all,
no empty shell.

So my arms held wide,
to take the strain,
and onwards walk
this human plain.

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