Poems of Honesty and Humility

Dance or Dance

Color flashing in between the lines;
The shadows and shapes.
Prisms passed the outlines of faces
And in energy, draped
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Smiles and clapping hands
Meshing bodies and sliding Vans,
Swaying notes and banging rhythms
And more than echoes hit them.
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Calling once
Calling twice
Movement is synchronized to
something besides themselves
While they are far apart from whom their closest to
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Parts moving separately to the same song
Looking both right and wrong
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Floor tiles seem to spin
And I can't remember what time I'm in,
But it's alright
Only for tonight
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In this place everything that hurts is gone
And hearts feel lifted,
Not wrong
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Colors blending with the shadows,
Flashing.
Prisms shining through the curtains,
Matching.
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The floor grows tighter
And the world feels smaller,
But this smaller world will do.
It keeps me from thinking of the bad things that are happening to you.