Meta Morphosis (RIP figure skating / hail and rain)
When your fear dies; expect to feel alive.
I am jumping with figure skates expecting not to survive.
In a rush hour of figure skaters to feel the insane drive.
There is another figure skater rushing behind my spiraling blade.
The graceful competition of a skater moving
among robots in a parade.
To figure skate on glitter was like receiving an accolade.
I am a powerful skater wishing to be myself in a scraping serenade.
In my world only rags are made.
Through the words of a choreographer a princess would be made.
Swaying like a leaf off a trembling blade.
Dreaming into a jump unable to wake up before its to late.
Its just a dream that reality set for a different date.
I am leaving behind a rink set like a magnificent diamond of light.
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