Thunder rolls across the floor
Pacing with a racing score,
Falling strokes of many heels,
Dancers turn in vibrant wheels,
Drums with ire beat and batter,
With vigor answers the clatter,
Melody slowing then speeding,
Figures fleetly floating—leaping,
Deeply complex like living lace,
Moving with a river's swift grace.
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