When I Write it seems I Di.Vide Cutting Life into Sides and wide Angled Rhymes Left dangling from the lens Of Space And Time But when I Dance I Merge Again Into where&When&Why and then The Fire Inside breaks the skin And births Wings from within this thin Membrane That plays the game of tension Between Black and white and you and me And every sinEwave in this dream Bursting forth in flames of raw Intent to bend the light to draw The serpentine sight up thru spine To dance along the axis of time Undulations of rhythm and rhyme That bridge the Heart and wandering Mind In Playful Embrace of You.s & I~s copyright Charleen Johnston 4-26-2020
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