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Poetry you can dance to!
Fly and ride sister trip,
Surf on the crest of the wave wall
Shoot down a hundred thousand miles an hour glide
Moan through the disembodied mourning of self-expression
Burst open: a morning-gold explosion of multi-colored sparks
Chromatic swoop of wings
Slow to a grind
Halt and pant on the floor.
Sweat dripping to your feet spin-
Swoon into the dharma blues again.