The room is tiny but clean
despite dust passing through rays of light like dancers in a waltz;
individual specks disappearing,
invisible,
as others gracefully cross the threshold
creating a seemingly endless, silent choreographed number.
I step outside and take in all isolation has to offer;
dwarfed by nature
illusions of grandeur erode with every degree of horizon,
the universe leans in close to whisper
"there is no light dancing inside you, you are dancing in light"
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