I’m not very dancerly
But I like it
I used to hate the rigid structure of it all
But now at night I dash about my cage
Breaking my knees and emulating insanity
It’s fun for me and cathartic
Despite my blatant lack of talent
It makes me happy
And sad sometimes
Very sad
To the point of having to stop all together
While I’m mourning the fishes
At the end of the day, though, I know-
I turned the world on to what made me move, once
And if that’s my pinnacle
As microscopic as it may be
The spectators had my heart for seven minutes
And knew what it took to tear me apart
That ain’t half bad, really.
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