And did they dance.
They did move, did they indeed. In deed. Doing, dancing, dying.
Drumbeats, heartbeats, beating, beating inside, inside my head.
Pow pow pow pow
I can feel the flute pass over me, it soothes, and then it vanishes, and returns.
It passes over and inside me.
Like a weapon, like a needle, like a
drug, the music--
and his eyes roll back and he smiles
a smile of joy? no... a smile of anguish, have you felt such a smile?
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
I laugh, and laugh, and laugh.
For I am the one falling, i
am flying so fast that I am falling, for I don't know how to slow down.
did they dance.
But he was alone, dancing on own, begging to be thrown,
and flung to the
floor, pinned down, and
they did dance.
for they were alone, dancing on their own,
spinning and gliding to the throbbings of their temples
the temples of Dionysus. Where the wine flowed,
and they danced in the midst of it.
can't you let go already?
can't you let go?
can't you let?
more peaceful times...
more peaceful, times I
times I could let go.
he danced alone, listening to the flute as it bled, as he bled from it's
sharp and clean wound.
He could release to that, but nothing more.
He could release, if he tried,
he doesn't know how to stop holding on,
he can't release
He could, though, as it pounded faster into him.
He could, though, if he just stopped thinking,
He could, though, if he just stopped forcing,
He could, though, if he stopped beating,
He could, though, if his head stopped pounding,
He could, though, if he screamed,
He could, though, if he cried,
He could, though, if he came,
Why won't he let himself?
For he just can't let go.
It would be so easy to let go
he can't let himself go
it should be so easy to let go
he won't let himself go
it might be simpler to let go
he can't stand to see himself go
but wouldn't it feel better to let go
he always praised letting go
yet he just won't himself let go
What are you doing, you fool?
Doesn't it hurt not to scream?
Doesn't it hurt to keep it all inside?
Doesn't it feel like a thousand claws are in your chest reaching out to
grasp the air from which they are so held back from that you ache and want
to die, and want to scream, and want to cry, and want to release everything
that has welled up inside you until your head reels back and your body
vanishes in a burst of light, as pure luminance, pure sharpness, pure
expression, emotion, desire, and light pour from you, without control,
without any of that control which you use without any relent to hold back,
so that you will reveal your truest form and not need to worry anymore, for
you will have let go
The flute tears through me once more, and I feel something like pleasure,
something like pain. Something like release.
And did they dance
Though he was alone
dancing with the world
and the world never knew a thing
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