THE FOREIGN WOMAN'S CIRCLE DANCE Comments

At times we didn't know who was the one whisked away from the dancing ring, but between the air and the partner a gap was left. And we all kept dancing.

In the whirling of the dance like in the rapids of a river - spiral, spin, and twirl - the flight of faces we knew.

The fighters who went off to the mess in the mountains left the party before No One.

The suicidal took the emergency exit and plunged the air into mourning.

None of them asked the foreigner to dance, a gothic woman dressed in white.

She, however, chose her partner and at once their footsteps were erased. And we all kept dancing.

Those who were ambushed in the dance were marked by inaudible music, sometimes waking up at the edge of an abyss.

Those who practised their spins and capers before a black mirror. Those who turned to the drug and found miracle crumbs. Those who went off to war whistling the song of dead time. They all announced the eclipse of man, while the music grew louder and the dancing was lighter.
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