hopping dance
in a chained circle
we are robe together
fasten in an aurora chants
our lion clings as coins sound
the hopping dance of a bird
wears our heart in dewy sweat
dross of invocation rains
wizardry of mere gods invoking elements
suddenly it ceases
as void magic sparks light
moments of momentary weakness
rushes with joy
my life ceases to breathe
our life regain rebirth
into the hollow path
of unending road
i was the victim of undecorated dance hall
we are the victim of un-videoed dance step
lonely I stared at the moon
then I pregnant the elements to bear a shape
which only we understand the ways of God

Written by
Martin Ijir