Ballet
The endless horizon above the law less world
Swoops down like through the air cuts a sword
By no resistance of any kind it is impearled
It is free and line between possible and impossible is blurred
The abyss to anything earthly has no reference point
Yet at the base with the soul it is conjoint
First spirit the second will anoint
Transforming it to beyond divine from any standpoint
The spider webs sprang on the summer’s day
Tell the story that will enchant but can also dismay
Any that of it blossoming would stand in the way
Blossoming of supernatural otherworldly ballet
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