#1213 - dancing in my head

 

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28.iv.23

4.118

dancing in my head

 

in among the words I’ve spent

and in the shed in my head

 

over so many such graves

richly adorned

 

to the nines!

a limb fling outlive

 

and cast a blow for too

throw world this little line

 

by self and slow I dance

but you knew that already

 

up storms!

do your stuff!

 

now shine

who’ll lead

 

and who’s to follow?

fly comes in to die

 

I dance

and do these wings as well

 

much rust

more dust

 

through cobweb

take a chance

 

and tip

now multiply

 

oft over

up steady

 

I do it with sunshine

often despite

 

take these certain steps

familiar

 

sometimes

wherever and ever again

 

wherever else I am