I like dancing and
in the crescendo
sound and feeling swelling
to a sonorous climax
of colors and light
to get goosebumps
or shed tears
or yell screams
praise in the claps
celebration in the dance
to a soundtrack
heard in my head
And when I find that song
that threads notes
through me
repeated pleasure gives
my ears dominion
over my soul
I live for those
of release and replete
I like dancing
and singing
through the crescendo


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