Lonely Dancers

Lonely Dancers

Like slow rolling fog, barely perceptible at first
Thickening into a pea-soup haze.

Like a tornado dropping down out of a tortured sky
Flinging debris and detritus here, there, visibility zero.

Surrounded.
Blind.
Sound muted by a thick, impenetrable wall of nothingness.
Hazy, unrecognizable figures gliding by without stopping.

“Wait!” You shout, “Who are you? Who am I?”
But only the silence answers.

“Shhhh. Be quiet,” it whispers.
“We mustn’t disturb the dance.”

 

 

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