Dancing over yonder ridge
ocean gate to the fantasy
of letting go
to let be what you really see.
Drown the garden,
foxes fade,
fleece seeps,
saplings misshapen.
Dance to the ridge once more
something photography dares
to capture are feet
for passion of movement.
Stomp the hyacinths,
displace the ants,
grass blades broken,
thistles snap.
Dance has potential
and a raw exorcism
fills your lungs
values your brains.
Exude the ghosts,
therapy to muscles,
rejuvenate chakras,
love the bones you're in.
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