a lonely place of dancing--
with only the statues
of the gods to keep you--
watching, waiting, silently--
footfalls echo, ignored,
on ears of concrete bored--
here is where you live, alone,
a solitary throne--
your cell you call your own--
a lonely place of playing--
wistful clouds, memories,
float by you, absently--
hurried bubbles-- thoughts! ideas!
quiver around your feet--
burst all-too-easily--
a lonely place of respite
quite suited to your tastes--
a fact too hard to face:
through stained-glass windows you watch
others dance in other halls
that you can't reach at all.
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