My voice moves with the motion of my arm
When I am still, silence falls
The stillness settles the flurrying dust of memory
And through the light rays, seeing
The floor is blanketed with soft, enduring greyness
Twitching muscles begin to flow in an intricate dance
Words, utterances, mutterings
Grow up from the dust, molding and twisting into melodies
Of light and air and earth
Willing themselves to be heard and seen
They cry out from within my trembling fingers
To be weighty and empty is a grave duty
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