Spinning in darkness
A bird in a golden cage without flight
lit from a singular source
a lamp in the night
Sparkling with feathers from headdress to claw
a mirror flat
shadow
serves as an audience of one
The cage has no door
a pretty prison
that has dropped from dimly lit ceiling
to cold dark floor
Yet here in this cell
a pod in the abyss
hope keeps the light on
dancing willfully in its glistening kiss
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