July 30, 2009
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Calloused feet, rough ripping flesh.
Muscles burn with every stretch.
Splinters, feel it, own the floor
Always meaning something more.

Dance a story, save your life,
Cooccuring peace and strife.
Dimming lights and wild hair,
On soft worn wood, my soul I bare.

Passion, fire, fury, zeal.
Movement flows from what you feel.
Hit. Beat. Breathe me deep.
Motions wake my drive from sleep.

Spinning fans; my circulation.
Attachment- Total dislocation.
Out of body. Hit the floor.
Sweeping gestures. Pain. My core.

Secrets. Silence in such sound.
Through expulsion, I am found.

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