Finals Week
I stare into the fog
-formless
I squeeze my eyes shut
And open them real fast and wide
-no shape
Then
I gently close my eyelids
Hold my breath
Plug my ears
And remain perfectly still
Now I see loops, shading
Becoming clear
And I can dance
Again
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