Life’s Dancer


I lay on the cold floor
my face squished to its surface.

A reflection of my life danced
in front of me,
as my breath came out of me,
each one a laborer of mine.

Time lengthened over my body,
as life planned everything,
while my mind slept so very deeply.

Ticking time,
holding life’s dancer
inside its music box,
being held tightly by the pressures
of life’s ticking clocks.

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