We are cloud-dancers, writhing and pulsing to
Unheard tribal beats,
Intertwined, pushing hard against the ground and each other:
Pushing to leap out, to fly
Into the wild, glorious expanse, our minds dulled and sharpened.
Then to drop again into the downy white,
Dripping with star-sweat and blinded by the dance: Pupils wide.
Grinning hard, breathing harder,
Burrowing deep into the cloud to rest, souls weary from the exchange
Let me dance like this always.















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