Old has been replaced with new
New has been overshadowed by old
The crowd is made up of faces
That are both familiar and loved
And foreign and feared
She stands in the middle of it all
Her smile is brilliant
Her heart is radiant
Her tears are invisible
And still she dances for them
Do you see those beautiful ribbons of red
That pour from her fingertips and her palms and her soles?
Do you hear her laughter
Filled with ecstasy and hysteria and fear and fun?
Do you even notice her?
She
With her (barely) worn smile
She
With her (sluggishly) graceful movements
She
With her eyes that burn like the dying stars —
Out, until they are nothing
But unseen masses in the midst of what they once were
Galaxies that disappear like mist in the midst of day
She is quickly replaced with another
Though they will never find another quite like her
