Just let me dance
and throw me off the mountain
away from the boring life
of the molluscs at the table
I prefer to go through the gate
of the gods and enter the world
tired of toil and reverse
dancing in the evenings
callouses under my feet
burning my intestines
if only I live, dancing
for myself and the neighbours
Just throw me out of the castle
off the stage in the dining hall
where the nobles feast
in clouds of perfume and beer
against the stench in the niches
where they urinate and defecate
for a kiss on my hand they come
to grope me, unnoticed
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I prefer to go through the gate of the gods and enter the world tired of toil and reverse dancing in the evenings.. a b eautiful comparison of real life and heaven... beautiful. tony