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Tango

9/10/2018

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Picture
Star dancers
Falling in and out of orbit
Light as distance
Darkness as proximity
To source
Like furnace
Where warmth is felt
Not seen
Perforated at the boundary's edge
We all tear differently 
When we part
​
Here is where
The self is met
The red hue of Is
Visible with closed eyes
Relieves the coldness of space
And in this darkness
Once more
The warmth is felt
The angles and turns 
The shapes and poses
Dancing with the ghost
of time 
And the music of silence
We are puzzled
In pieces
Awaiting the distance 
Essence held in Tango
Cradled by the Spirit in me
Two feet become four
When I realize
Who is dancing with me 



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