Selective Immortality
A masterpiece in glass
The room echoed with gasps
and burbles, stirring,
Somewhere behind a bench
a stomach was gurgling.
Fingernails flitted,
tapping on metallic rows,
A nervous energy twitched
in legs and in toes.
Everything jittered minutely,
trying to stay still,
Eyes blinked expectantly,
as if with their own will.
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