Word Dance
by me(whatever)
to Moonlight Restaurant
I've used so many words,
each born and spun from my body
twirling as they curl their illusions,
Their steps light like cotton candy.
In these worn-out leather shoes,
ignoring the moon across the sky
I close my eyes and hold hands.
With the figments behind and before me,
a disallowed awakening.
Blue as the splattered night,
My fingertips slowly turn cold.
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