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Sep 2017
I press play
and let the music completely transform me
I am no longer just attached to the sounds through a chord
I am a dancer, fluid and powerful
I see intricate choreography that my body can no longer replicate
pause
my leg throbs from the nerves
the temperature rapidly changing
as it has done for over a year
the expulsion of molten earth- Vesuveus
mingles and transforms
the frozen winter of Russia, where no army can win
my leg throbs
play
I try to memorize the world I am taken to
I practice ways to explain what I see
maybe I can't translate this world
but somebody else can.
I recently have had a flare up of my nerve damage, and am unable to perform with my dance crew. I am still determined to play a role, and find ways to show my world, to the world. If not through my body, then somebody else's.
Written by
Alexandria Tatiana  21/Androgynous/Fond du Lac
(21/Androgynous/Fond du Lac)   
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