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