silent symphony

the just-right syllables
as I reach for my pen
I wonder
if these poems
I set out to compose
intend to exist
in verse
or are they
a message in my muscles
and not words at all

I close my eyes
see myself
a graceful figure
dancing like I have
never witnessed
and I know
I have to move like that
one day

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