Dance until the earth dance.
For you are abstract, making no mistake, slurring no word in the rhythm you make, the poem, writ in the air.
You are wind in a stark tree, you are the stark tree unbent, you are a strung bow, you are an arrow.
The quivering of Psyche's butterflies.
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