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Being human presumes we will move

in unison, in pairs, on battlefields

or light as feathers on air; 

we dance.

Under the life giving blaze of the sun

in red fields where death ends

without understanding, or clarity;

we dance.

Billions of tears, billions of laughs

on joy spread like butter on toasts of romance

In searing hate, in bone jarring love;

we dance.

Always, under the stars

seeing in moonlight or not

tearing at hearts or mending souls;

we dance.

We might hold ourselves apart

away from life, with hope of God.

Still, without each other how can

we dance?

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

I used to dance. I'm to Goddamn big now.

[Claire in VA]

We live in the world and with the world;
therefore we must dance with each other;
however we are not of the world.
You know what I mean?
I hope so!
Thought-provoking write, Mark.
**Claire**

[A. Amos]

Simply splendid, enjoyed the read and thanks for sharing