concentration graces your lips
your eyes full of focus
the shape of your heavy held brow
as you beat down starlight with your wit
hands gesture to the audience
come, dance with me
you yell, hoping they'll see
through your sublime and touching words
and in return we quiver
under your gaze we diffuse
shrink, and count the nervous souls
staring back at us in stereo
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