The tiniest dust particles start floating, as if on strings.
They dance, swimming in tune with "Winter's Embrace,"
golden-lit against the backdrop of a piece of the sun.
The clock refuses to tick,
a curtain of gold gently falls when Apollo's lost twin,
hidden from the rest of the world in this hallway,
becomes too much for me, caving inside,
leaving residue like unborn photographs.
Such stillness can not make sense of any rush,
I emerge from its cocoon,
aware again of breath, of animated motion
in the absence of that effortless dance.
Apollo's twins have all gone home,
and in the twilight of transitions
I am left looking back at a stranger in the mirror.
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