Answer:
You saw me where I never was and where I could not be. And yet within that very place, my face you often see.
What begins and has no end? What is the ending of all that begins?
The more of it there is, the less you see.
A building where people and stories are on stage
Crooked as a rainbow, and slick as a plate, Ten thousand horses can't pull it straight.
you hold my tail while I fish for you