Swift and tranquil,Quiet and steady.The footsteps of a ghostGliding on a stage. Days on an apple.Spinning away.“It makes me feel lighter!”Is all you would say. As light as a falling feather,But not so steady.A soundless thud breaksThe floor of your cage. Is it getting harder?You’re not getting weaker.You need to get lighter.Your shape is what …
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