Dancer is lost ,
Dance remains
HE can be known
When you are not.
Far from home,
Fresh eyes
A marriage of senses
when judgements demise
THE CROWDS THE CROWDS
THE SOUNDS THE SOUNDS
THE EYES THE EYES
The infectious gravity
pulls me in
I shed ....I shed
I run back into my shed
aloneness .
aloneness .
My center, My throne
A familiar zone
THE CROWDS THE CROWDS
THE SOUNDS THE SOUNDS
THE EYES THE EYES
Circles
Circles
around the
Ephemeral purpose

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