Dance in the shadow of my heart
Like tiny particles of light
Glimmering, fading, vanishing,
Flawless in their translucence,
Scattering, flimsy, weightless,
Sparse, and lacking in puissance.
Monochrome and odorless
Stare at me like a screen
Sterilized and disinfected,
Polished to perfection,
Giving away only
A glimpse of my own reflection.
Like tasteless food offered
For the ravenous to devour.
Free of nourishment or flavor,
To be served for dinner galore
With the luring music of Satyr’s flute
Heard too many times before.
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