“Why people wanted to dance whenever it got dark was beyond him. Somehow, the two seemed to go together, like bees and flowers, or flies and dung. Darkness and dancing.”
“Darkness was and darkness was good. As with light. Light and Darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being, in joyful rhythm.”
“or that writing a poem you can read to no oneis like dancing in the dark.”
“Like busy bees in springtime, coming and going, sitting and standing, settling together and flying apart.”
“Light and darkness dancing together, born together, born of each other, neither preceding, neither following, both fully being in joyful rhythm.”
“Nobody wanted your dance,Nobody wanted your strange glitter, your flounderingDrowning life and your effort to save yourself,Treading water, dancing the dark turmoil,Looking for something to give.”