In a past life
I was a dancer.
My soul knows this.
En pointe,
soaring,
Grand Jeté
obsession,
Arabesque,
pain,
Pas de chat,
release.
Sometimes
when no one
is watching
I allow the past
to channel some
long forgotten
electricity
finding its way
through ancient memory
and this
wrong shaped body
finds the choreography
and flies.
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