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A Certain Gait

there's a man underneath
and he rolls into the tips of your toes
and pushes off the stage black
and bounces, boundless into
a whirling crashing spin
what was once warmth and
bright, bright, and brighter still
it's bright and it blocks out everything
whooshes on as
a colorful stinging wind
and I am seduced by the
easy confidence of that bounding step
and I pause to watch, stricken
faint in keeping upright
as he steps on and on and on



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