December 10, 2007
I am the soloist,
Lone ranger of the stage.
My arms, my hair, my legs
Extract the music’s beat

Past my conscious limits,
Blank faces view my flight
Small feet watch patiently
Waiting for turns to glide

With features definite,
Cream colored body suit,
I’ll slide to one last pose,
Speaking of dance, of truth

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