Dance is everything, and it is evergreen.
These movements are the passage
to your mind,
your innermost loves and hates.

You are betrayed by movement,
by dance.
So seductive, so yielding, yet hours
and hours
are necessary to make it
truly yours.

Only after breaking pointe shoes,
only after pulling your world apart,
your body apart
for the right line of your arms.
Only then, when you see your own shadow
moving like water,
then you will know, that dance is
music made visible.

It is all your ninety-nine words for god.
It is evergreen, and it has
survived stronger people than you.