the floor stretches
before me
black and white
checkerboard tile
feet glide soundlessly
to the waltz
in my head
my arms arched
as if partnered
but empty
silent
transparent forms
swirl around me
lost in the dance
do they know
I wonder
that they are
behind the veil?
perhaps it only matters
to me
left behind

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