musing/meditating/magnifying
my mission to move
more than poetry in motion/I feel like peace
in a dance
in my trance
my soul's in solitude/within the crowd
a quiet space where butterfly wings
sing
in fused colors/and summer is soft
as the noon sun rests
e
a
s
y
on my mind
without beating my brow
and the breeze carries percussion tunes
in tuned to the natural, rhythmic boom bip
of my eardrums
I hear the sounds as a dancer dancing
to no music
leaps & bounds in silence
only my mind's thought-melody
to keep me company
with all this/I revel in ironic nuance
of
chaos
standing
still….
Queen Cynequa Marie Sain
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