there is nothing profound in chaos
and we are not strangers to the
destructive power of creation
no unusual magic is found
in the movement of our bodies
and you will not find the key to your future self
on this floor on which we stand
we dance to live
we dance because we have chosen
to continue
to suck the sap into ourselves
and produce another leaf
another branch
The bud of new fruit

we cannot discern all the illusions
and we cannot live in essential solitude
we dance to touch
to taste
small moments of that which
lay beneath illusion
which holds the chaos
which is our unending