It is a complex piece, this dance. We...on the floor, careening, freely touching, loving...always spinning 'way. Then, raging on...in some, kinetic wilding...heartbroken joy, we cant explain...as those, about the floor, watch...wond'ring, we might cease the race, to die with them. Sadly, no... our time will come.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: Children's Dances, by Hans Thoma
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