to my fellow dancers,
Tuesday Dancing, Stanford
each of us an open vein from where the lifeblood
pours between the walls
slips up the ceiling
and drips to the heavens
slips up the ceiling
and drips to the heavens
to feed the stars and moon tonight
oh the dance the dance
when the dance comes to an end
we lift our heads
and see our souls spreadeagled
under the full moon
oh the dance the dance
doubting and unbounded
exposed and embraced
alone and together
exposed and embraced
alone and together
feet and hands gripping gravity in
the balance
and the off-balance
our bodies making the windows applaud
and the off-balance
our bodies making the windows applaud
and the wallpaper blush
but we do not care
but we do not care
our toes chart new maps over the floor
our hips pulse swaying hallelujahs into the walls
our hearts leap beyond the ends of our bodies
our hips pulse swaying hallelujahs into the walls
our hearts leap beyond the ends of our bodies
even though something splutters and fumbles and
falls and trips
something gets loosed
something gets stripped
something gets clear
that is why i keep coming back -
something gets loosed
something gets stripped
something gets clear
that is why i keep coming back -
to leap without calculation
and to land with exaltation
when the dance comes to an end
we lift our heads
and see our souls spreadeagled
under the full moon
oh let us kiss our earth
let us kiss our limbs
and the dance will keep coming back
and the dance will keep coming back
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