Following rhythms through back alleys and onto stage when no one's
looking, having a good time doing whatever feels good, daring life
to tread on me.
Then rolling away, laughing mirthlessly, leaving everyone behind
wondering what's funny, curious, yet hesitant, standing back, think-
ing, devising new ways of jumping into and out of humanity.
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