Dance dark
against the moonlight shadows;
the dust will take you deeper–
digging down to shaded levels of
acrid denial
tasting like dental floss.

Dance light
upon the meadow tresses;
the sunbeam spotlights like
braided rope. Fading
numbness from the fingers out
and suffice to say–
the world takes hold.


 

 

 

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