The flickering silhouette of a dancer —
unfeatured, solid and flat against
the brick wall.
Long nights staring at this.
To fill a space with imagination
and make it perfect in your mind
is natural.
To know that there is something
alive and breathing
creating that blank space
that you do not care to investigate —
a man must be doing this,
I must be a man.
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