Visions from a dance floor

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the way the dance works is to move to and fro, forward and back and
escape any sense of planning or prior consideration but rather
move with the groove, move with the smooth buttress roll
just go with the flow, the schoolkids said, or rather that's
what they're rumored to have said.

the steps are pitter-patter, then shatter-shatter, forget that you ever knew
something of a different beat, just move and greet the one to you're
right, then dance a little to the one to you're left, soldier-boy, soldier-boy
or is it soulja boy they said?

I don't know these beats, don't know these rhythms, never really did but
I move with them to the right, to the left, down below then back up, up, up
and dipping down into the ground like you always had done before, or so
they tell you so, they tell you so.

the world moves to a certain groove, they say, you gotta move up then
down, then all around and follow the steps of a stranger's voice, they say
that heaven is for fools and work for cowards, and only the brave meet
the dance floor, and so we groove, and we are all sinners who make this
world into something it was never meant to be.


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