Working its way out of my pours
Into the ether where it must be
Guarded and trapped
Sorted and mapped
Onto my paper
Where it will dance
To lights and rythms
That know not where they came from
Or where they are going
They look for a partner
And ask me
Just as I am about to walk off the floor
If I will
Dance
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