Swish, swirl, sway
softly warm, and fuzzy, ev'n a touch hazy, drunk on deep
whoosh! ! ! ! ! the wind out of your sails
your knees can't buckle soon enough
flailing like fish on bank
a toddler will do better
a blind man will see his way even better
and the deaf will know more
more than your wandering soul
neither victim, neither victor
the spoils never there
shading skin is for snakes
shading your soul to another
freedom in tethers
alone only in illusion
mourning when the dance intoxicates, tickles
footprints, scratch marks, sketch limbs
grief never leaving, but markin you his own
trapped in never endin maze for amazements
mind a tornado of what ifs
but how do you wrestle the unseen, learn the unlearned
and claim victory when you are gasping for life
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