A human dancing
Nothing to speak
Just moving
Like humanity was supposed to move
Freely
With feet and hands soft
Slowly into light and sound
Without caring for how it looked
As he was the music itself
Like I imagine my grandma
In a polkadot dress and red pumps
And it could seem so silly to us
How they danced softly and bended and
did whatever their bodies asked them
But would you not also wish to listen with tears in your eyes
and to be the music
and to be
sound itself
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