By Shelley White

Cast off I heard my spirit sing  
Though many stood beside me,  
Voices echoed within the walls  
My presence appeared to hide me  

My soul felt the coldness
Of the varnished floors perfected  
Yet not anothers' step came close  
To the image I projected  

Many times before I had stood alone
Hearing the mummer of voices filling space  
Walking quiet, my spirit rested  
Excepting its time, excepting its place  

Fulfilled from a deepness within
My soul shall stand time and time again  
Encountering the coldness of varnished floors  
Boastfully polished and imprinted by man  

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