Mercy Dance
The mercy dance of the mind.
The merry dances of All
but most is most
when
mercy in its dance skips into a treat of arms and charms.
‘cause then they won’t mercy that mind at all.
dream girl they called it
hands that hold
growing old fluctuates
between that mercy mind.
Someday
I know its merry dance will bring a gumption of events.
So mercy dance, dance upon this floor
that writes and marries away its mind into some prose of ‘some’ reality and cause
So
dream they must.
But dream not alone
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