Welcome Grooves and Epiphanies
Tears of joy in a rain of hearts.
Clouds spread across the wall with flames engulfed by a passing wave.
In this moment, I have found my love, my pain, my freedom and my closure.
The wind takes hold and I begin to wonder.
Can the sand grasp the knowledge at hand?
Can birds sing in tongues?
Can freedom be what it sets out to be?
The beat begins to stutter and I dance this rain of hearts off my sleeve.
Shaking off the has been, the what could you be?
My ego begins to unfold a layer of myself I have never met.
This set shakes my bones rattling my essence.
I am brought to life, death, the in between, and what can’t be seen.
Bones shatter.
I am liquid.
I am the floor where you dance.
The wind in which the sand can never grasp.
I am mask.
I am looking back, at a glance
Within a glimpse of the other side.
I realize.
I’ve centered myself practicing abstract health while considering
What it takes to dance with myself.
As I sway,
I see prosperity in a two-step with cynicism.
The absence of clarity break dances with optimism.
I sense spirits on the clock as shadows pop and lock,
All the while I make decisions with every stomp.
Suddenly the music stops
And for once,
I welcome all my thoughts.
The sound of leaves means the trees have trickled in.
This symbiotic vision allows me to mimic the
Pace of the prolific dancer.
I try to answer questions I once thought was rhetorical.
I aim to engrave the floor with an impression that will linger
In all the minds of the dancing ties I intertwine with.
I lift.
My mind with the strobe light switch
Which has empathy in its grip.
I align with someone’s refined twist which shakes off those who insist.
The beat starts up again and begin to see the reflection of a friend
Who danced his way past centered stage in the form of mist.
In this moment, I consist of presence that disrupts anxiety.
A tango between the angles of unstable energy
I am merely me,
In the moment,
Dancing.
