Hear me,
the walls of white,
the beams of old,
the doors,
the fabric beneath my feet,

the air sways to my soul,
the voice that surrounds,
amounts to joy or sadness,

no complaints,
just rearrangements,
lyrical mitosis,
creation in the moment,

I cannot let it pass me,
i must burst,
shudder the windows,
and feel like one,
one surprising sounds,

I twirl,
figure eight,
hips and torso,

Hear me serenade,
for home,
on my own,

Expressing who i am,


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