Helpless In the Dance
HELPLESS IN THE DANCE
Helpless in the dance
The whole Earth striking rhythm
Its pulse coursing upward
And through the frame
Nor effort of mind can stem the native urge
Wine and bacchanal feed
This dizzy whirl at being’s fleshy core
Yea feet don’t seem to touch the floor
Mind a space in whiteness
Such is the pristine hold
If thought there be
It is only for the dance
Dave Austin
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