the end of the day

at the end of the night
your soul finds itself
in front of the mirror
feet bare
muscles stretching
skin sweating.

your day one of endless movement
finally over
the rhythms slip under your skin
and the unwinding begins

hips move
feet point
chin turns deftly to spot
and over
and over.

in a way that cannot be described,
mimicked or duplicated
you dance.

There until the gym goes quiet
the doors are locked
the janitors come.

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