Dance

You may stand and claw the air ,your fingers
Opened from palms  of air, eyes  of water
In  dance of beauty, grasping  bits of truth.
Truth lies in the hair, disheveled, wind-blown
With feet  in the air, destroying boundaries.

In your blindness you  jump to touch beauty
As slender bird wings take off the first time.
Your dance behind  eyes,grows to finger tips
To instep, to blur of hem, to vague sounds.
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