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I didn’t choose poetry.
Poetry chose me.

Expression rested its head on my shoulder
and whispered ideas into my essence
ideas so vast
even gods strained to give them shape.

I didn’t choose music.
Music chose me.

It coursed through my soul,
drummed through my veins,
until notions, motions, and emotions converged
in a depth language alone could not survive.

What emerged could only exist
where poetry, motion, and thought
become indivisible
where rhythm turns into meaning
and movement becomes voice.

That convergence is vibronium.

I did not choose to carry poetry and dance within me.
Poetry and dance chose me.

A Reflection from the SIMU Collection.