The Waltz

The Waltz

I drip and drop;

I feel it flow from me,

an unsteady current of energy,

surging, purging gone.

Now empty...

I sleep, 

then repeat.

Then, it's back on my feet.

I dance, a wind-up doll;

I waltz through the day

and try not to fall

into the trance

that choreographs my steps

and says I must walk this way.
                      -Nichelle Lei

                           5-22-16
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