Dance until the earth dance.
The quivering of Psyche's butterflies.
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.
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