Body and Soul


One thousand empty chairs

stretch to stage


she meets my face

and suddenly it's noon, i'm


staring in the mirror

: a distorted reflection


two people two strangers


one thousand empty chairs

stretch to stage


but we already know one

another, and I've been here before


in the mirror, an empty room

our fingers would touch


we were the same

until the show started


there were a thousand

people gathered, reaching out


touching us, touching me

and the mirror shattered

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
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Wow... this feels pretty deep and I love the imagery you have!

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