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Nov 2013
36 eyes were upon me
Eighteen sets of two
Maybe some weren’t perfect...
Maybe they didn’t all work well...
But all 36 were pointed at me
And even if they didn’t see me well

They were all trying.

I was frozen in space
Terrified of the sound of:
MY OWN VOICE

While the eyes stared
Watching
Waiting
My heart pounded faster
And faster
And faster still

I chose at once to speak.

The silence was shattered
And the eyes still stared

I emptied my soul
Piece by piece
All over the floor at their feet
And the eyes still stared

I poured my thoughts
My own stream of consciousness
Into the air around them
And the eyes still stared

I handed each of them
A peace of my heart
To hold in their hands
And the eyes still stared

And as I spoke they held:
My heart in their hands
My soul lay at their feet
And they breathed the air of my own consciousness
And the eyes still stared

Then I stopped

And the silence returned
Only to be broken once more
By the sound of thunderous applause
And the eyes still stared
Mari Lyn
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Mari Lyn  Wisconsin
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