Something With No Center

Beneath the swish of red dresses Around the ballroom floor Behind the leaden masks and Secret dreams of floral scents There is something with no center No ceiling and no floor A world of contact bounded by crossed strings Pulling each dancer into the next spin Catching every dip But flooded with midnight water That buoys and sinks Leaving no one where they were before Clustering strange people and partners Bringing lives together only to be torn apart Trapped in this chaotic web draped with dew Even spiders are helpless navigators