Humming hands collide as we huddle here,
trying to heal one another with songs.
Overpowering music hauls us near
to truth’s burgeon until no one belongs
outside this warbling passion, a boundless
acknowledgment of beauty which does not
allow embarrassment, or the groundless
disavowal of any native thought.
Dance is a way of speaking to the earth:
bare reverence, resonance in motion.
Through it, we remind ourselves of the worth
in all life: a devastating notion
when all things are beautiful and broken,
love and injustice alike, unspoken.
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