while dancing I feel
I am melting into
solid promise of the floor
light density of the space,
music from within the movement
warm waves of time
we all become one
with the slowest blow of air that meets us on
its way
they overcome
what used to be
me
and the only remaining trace of this out of
date
I, my, me, mine
is the wish
vibrating desire
to keep melting into this endless inner joy
once the music seems to be over
As if happiness could ever stop
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