Dance!

Furious.
Pounding.
Whiteness surrounding.

Gently now spiraling downward with grace of the . . .
Spiraling down with a steady-strong pace they are . . .
Wider and wider the circles grow painfully . . .
Grayer and grayer the snow is now achingly

Colder!
In the light
Colder!
In the light
Glowing!
Light of night

Dance! (Shiver) Dance!

Fleeing with no one pursuing so terrified
Chasing down nothingness; eyes with the stars inside
Forests of childhood fantasies growing so
Thick now with eve-deepened shadows; a lovely show!

On me
Sounds alight
On me
Sounds alight
For me
Is the night

Dance! (Quiver) Dance! (Shiver)
Dance! (Quiver) Dance! (Shiver)
Dance!

[1996?]