And this heart was feeling all too numb & metallic,
so I put on tight tit shirts and danced with no illusion.
Full in splendid movement.
The raw and uncontrollable -
since this is the only way the blockage moves.
I am the iron fire,
and the strength to melt.
I am the iron and the stuck-ness,
the body and the shell.
If we recognize in this hilarity that I am all these that are and can be
then the music starts to unwind this overly filled sponge
and I am no longer on earth -
but flying in between the vital dance of songbird and
your
eternal love.
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