Ghost Bolero
Why are you found between the silences after culminations of art?
The pianissimos of ballad chords
I whisper a song beneath the hollows of my lips with eyes closed as if to pray.
And as if to say:
You are everywhere.
As I ghost bolero alone with mannequins made of air.
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