I Am a Dark Romantic
My Gothika (The Dance)
Breath..............1.............2..... .....4..............5..... ..8..........(shh, slow your mind my love)
{1}Now open your eyes real slow like..
....take in this expansive, rhythmic dreamscape.........
{2}Now let your body move real slow like..
..............let your muscles feel the earth's natural music...........
{3}Now let your focus go real slow like..
.............are we ready?
.................................................................(we've always been ready)
Move slowly with me dove, help me take in this (for some jaded, though not us) ephemeral city.
Can you see the aura of the buildings in this beautifully lit vicinity? Can you see how their outlines dance on the canvas of the atmosphere as we dance (like water) around their foundations? (symbiosis)
It changes every second and we would not want to hurry past those moments of togetherness that we all so yearn for.
Because here................we are the creators and the created, at one in sight.
So that we may see a new compassion, one born of.................
.........................................Faith.. (in the unknown maybe)
...........unison?
You need not follow my lead in this dance. Those traditions, we don't need them.We dance together in this theatre. Neither trails behind, neither leads. The creation of the next moment is the key to the creation of the next and so......................
..................we write in steps, our new paradigm, with a playful intensity that reads like an ocean of blood red waves. Smashing our preconceptions into geometric patterns and withdrawing in perfect symmetry before ______________________ we stand alone on this bloodied shore.
((Left without instruction, abandoned by the pre-defined, we slide effortlessly in and out of each others auras, creating a new iteration each fraction of a second, represented as a single, effortlessly graceful silhouette.........
............................................. in this conceptual waltz of o(u)r(s)
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