Crowded and Empty

Where walls are made of eyes stacked in rows,
a crooked little person obsessed with balance,
moved through dappled shade just at the edge of vision.

Transported through long humming darkness,
her world seemed simultaneously
crowded and empty.

Out into the moonlight she danced
where the ground broiled
and the air was thick with spirits.
Hidden shapes snapped forward
to meet her eyes, two unmatched halves
making more than one whole.

The arrogance of the able bodied
destroys her gentle soul
like a rusted out angel with only death to hold.