torsdag 15. september 2016

I danced in the autumn on top of the leaves --- I violated the laws of summer and danced to the ocean delirious macabre and blue --- I dance in winter here in the far north in a house chock full of good...


I danced barefoot nightly and daily
I danced words semantics phonics
dactyls trochaic s
small and sharp
because today I am dancing...
I danced guitars of nostalgic that I never had
I dance the plain without groves of mesquite
I dance to my city
I dance to my self.

Because if today is the end of the world
who would dare to stop dancing ?


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