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Mar 2016
Here!
           Now!
                      Burning!
Each touch transfigured,
each taste,
                    sight and smell.
Each moment,
the mind held from breaking,
thought-stopped and empty,
you let the dance begin.

An ember which ignites the feet,
the spark in the *****, the flame,
coiling through your twisting body, grew upward,
reached into space.

Dance!
             You danced,
like the city streets in a thunder storm,
and like the neon freeways ran, forever,
beyond your out-stretched arms.

And, like you
they danced,
the livid trees,
before the descending autumn's red
deflected their hidden rainbow's light.

And, like you
they danced,
the maddened waves,
before the arching of their backs
began the self-destructive plunge.

And, like these,
you danced,
before the footsteps of the world
stepped round you, and
went running on.
Written by
Bill Higham
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