Blur

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Fault me — I henceforth forego jitterbugging feet
Assert some bias in my blood which rejects dancehall beat

As time tiktoks, I cling instead to swaying with the strings
Tango, Pan-Hellenic sway, and all such passion brings

Step danced exclamations void of pop-cultural fray
Barefoot, solo, or with friends — come…blur night into day

Tall & Lovely

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Ahh, the girl from that January beach
Walking past those who shroud themselves in grey
Unchoosing to see
How each simple step they ought take
Means a chance to dance

But in my mirror I see her, whether January or June
I see me, swaying in syncopated rhythm
Barefoot
Embracing time these past months
Finally never alone

Original Thought Credit: “Garota de Ipanema;” Vinicius de Moraes, lyricist

And All The People Said

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Let the sounds in — all of them!

Have them ramble around, bouncing off the humidity-coated walls

See which ones bust through stop signs and find rhythm with bird songs

Find which ones look like quiet conviction and calls to action

Then mull about together, dialogue, and make sense of this world with them

Create order from disorder and call it good again

At the end of the day, we must

Ante Meridiem Musings

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How dare I contrast
Confuse
Or compare

The gorgeous rhythm of rain
Upon this corner of the world
Stirring my morningtimes now

With predawn’s blessed birdsong
Celebrating a coming sun
Inspiring my risings back then

Have they not both awakened me
Gloriously
Miraculously

Provoked

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I’m trusting you to make sense of all this
To put a rhythm to what you see

That’s my gift to you

Find your voice
Your meaning
Keep the hope that all will come alive

That’s your gift to me

Such steps will be as dancing
Call it collaboration

What You Seek

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How will you find it 
Where will you go
It’s not just outside of that door
It’s not in the sing-song 
The hoping to belong
You won’t find it pacing the floor 

I suspect but don’t know
It’s there for receiving
If all at once we take a breath
Take one step then the next
To rewrite the old text
And treat it like it’s life or death