I envy them. They dance.
I jitterbug and shuttle. My legs are
strong as time, justice. The conductor
of electricity, hair on end, strings release
the ions and Beethoven, and ofcourse I listen
to this nightly. The movement swarms before I
saw my first surrogate that morning, someone
to occupy my space. That black baptism guards
all the words, looking over Jordan
with a brand new body.
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