I hear it loudly, the bell chimes ring
inside the cage of my chest, blood pumping
surging forth, a sea of read words
flowing to my fingers, to my pen
sashaying around the empty ballroom
pirouette and twirl, a ballet of the mind
becomes a movement, choreographed
over the canvas of this veiled existence
staining the pages, seeping through
to the very core of the volume
-one of my A Cappella projects
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