Dip
Chant
A Dizzy dance
We pant to internal rhythms
Spin
Disorder
In collective rites
Swirling me closer to euphora
Thrust
Moans
Delight left to rust
Trusting the idea there is an us
Sodden
Overused
The sweat of gain
Only my bread is one without grain
Echoes
Mimic
The trick of light
Show Only what i've learned
Not what i've done right
Drip
Splattered
The canvas of me
Forgetting who I am
To remember who I want to be.
