The Ball Room
As i stagger twoards two obsidian doors
I hear laughter inside AND PEOPLE DANCING TO A DEAD-MANS ATIRE
They open in quentcedental appluade
Playing to borad of A quire
I feel apasied and upheld by their faces and persuaded by confiting empty
spaces
The whole room shifts with quarling competing steps
In obsinite triumphet rythum
Im putrid in the mOral oblagation
i START TO PARRY ACOSSSED THE FLOOR LIKE BLESSING FORCLOSER
SING A SONG OF THE TROUBLE MIND
AS I CIRCLE AROUND THE THE BALL ROOM THERE ACCEPTANCE IS KIND
A WOMEN SWAYS TORWARD ME FROM THE CENTER OF THE DANCE
FLOOR UPLIFTS ME IN A DANCEING STEP
LEAVING THE ROOM SPILLING IN EVNY AND THE SCENT OF A ROSE IN THE
AIR
MY SONG PLEASED THE UPGIVING MAN WHO STANDS NEAR
AS THE DANCE TURNS IN THE BURNING OF THE LOVES DISIRE PLOWS INTO
MY CHEST
HOW MUCH WOULD WOULD IT MEAN TOO HER IF I COULD TEACH WRONG
FROM RIGHT
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