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Flight From Fantasy

  • jacksonrobb0
  • Jul 12, 2023
  • 1 min read

To the outdoor dance floor they proceed.

The veneer of its surface.

The lights hover

And watch intently.

Two, five, ten and more,

They gravitate towards the music,

Entranced…

dancing,

Their eyes cast at each other.


There is the temptation to

Join the gathering.

The music does not excite,

Yet their manner of encircling

Does allure.


My eyes, however, veer away.

Ahead, lies the vastness.

No presence of others,

No music, no lights.

Ambling, then shuffling

Towards that empty darkness…


The sounds of those behind me fade.

Isolated am I,

Yet excitement also greets.

Others will announce their presence,

And what draws us will be real.

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