There isn’t anything beneath the surface
There is no eye contact
Nothing shared
Nothing learned
Nothing truly expressed
And in artistic freedom
We are captive
No penetrative understanding
For why we move
Why we form shapes
Why we grow old
Searching for rebirth on the floor
I once arrived angry to leave elated
I now in anger am elated to leave
What does dance mean to you?
Recognition?
That is not me
That is not the reason for me
I am fighting for expression
In all aspects of social interaction
But this is a common cause
Not a civil war
Fight for freedom
Not to be the best.
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