Dust Dance

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    Dust Dance

     Dust Dance

    Swirling motes fly disjointed a-linear yet contrived
    in a dance choreographed by that mad choreographer
    responsible for the smash hit The Galactic Tango
    I find I can disturb the random waltz with my breath
    and as the dancers pass out of the spotlight
    they cease to exist, like so many has-beens
    and could-have-beens caught aflame for
    eternal nano-seconds until being extinguished in
    darkened obscurity.

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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