[soul eyes]

a patient choreographer for my thoughts,

words stage nervously; pli’e,

turn quiet to leap away.

dark rows and vacant misleading spotlights,

mistep and darken my toes; miss my deliberate  limbs,

turn the thoughts away.

poor oh quiet director,

hums a pleasant Soul Eyes;

nods the head

bows the hat

and shuts away the stage;

good night you quiet dancers,

sleep for better bravery and

a quiet beautiful tomorrow.~

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