Porcelain skin.
Eyes stare bluntly looking for something to taste
Fabrics turn together in a melodic time step
The feet twist and glide landing in first position
New starts and premiers
Simultaneously erasing the the fumbles of your last life's dance
The judges keep forward pondering and piecing your work
Eyes searching your soul looking for the insecurity to keep you down
Ages of time pass and the final judgment dawns upon
signs raise in progression direction of your reading
No answer and the dance never stops
Eyes staring bluntly ahead, spotting, as not to get lost.