The night’s heavy weave of entanglements
Wear well against the cold hard truths in the air.
The multi-colored shawl wrapped around the neck
Hangs - when a stumble finds falling
Then falling finds oblivion’s noose tighten.
The music’s rhythms and beats enchanting
Reason to embrace the beguiling dancer
To dance across the velveteen skies
Until the night’s falling pulls away
The stars and the light into the darkness of falling.
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