the dance
With all the precision,
He had in his coffee cup,
He positioned his headphones.
Holding his pen,
Now he is ready.
He could engineer his art,
But couldn’t art his engineering.
The blood will flow.
From the heart,
Or from the mind.
Who could stop it?
Only the one who gave life to it.
One will beat the music,
The other will juggle the thoughts.
Body will be their pen,
and when whole,
They start dancing.
They don’t flow,
They are the flowing.
What a show!
Am I the only audience?
How can this be only for me?
Who will break sooner?
Are you all ready?
How can it be a whole,
When all open?
Can open be broken?
Upside down is the game,
Tables are not turn,
But all thrown!
A hungry bear don’t play,
But a played soul is full.
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