Begging The Dance

 

the deep pit

the hollow… the way in

a reception

a meeting

a hand holding ceremony

they spin my spine

in light of the heart

feet soft

pounding

generating

sluicing into the microcosmic nakedness

it is art this dance

a revelation

a ladder

of stretched intention

dense with bone

with

structure

guarded by angel thoughts

sometimes dark

huge winged creatures that ask to see your certainty before letting you pass

we name them,

Beelzebub

Lucifer

we name them

Michael and Raphael

we name them

they are our grave thoughts our winged irony

our need

protecting us…

standing tall..

begging the dance

in the way

of

the

climb

 

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Published by The Silver Poet

I AM a little spark in the sea of conscious awareness. I am passionate about bringing the concept of freedom of expression into the forefront of our one mind and a keen awareness of personal power to the hearts of little children everywhere. I exist to express!

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