balter aimlessly let's dance infamously no rest in the room for eternal minutes oh just spin us counting the rhythm on our extra digits this movement is more like fidgeting moonwalking with iridecent souls the feet kick and squirm and meet the knee a bend of the neck, of the elbow until you're hands meet me in the middle the fidget winds to a fiddle, sudden like we're syncing a drift saved from break by interlocking steps unperformed together the dance, never grew worn, although it's nothing less, it's nothing more