Do you see these poems
we're writing on the floor?
In and through the air
above the floor?
Do you see how our feet
chase each other like animals?
For a while we are polar bear and arctic fox,
then one thousand cranes flying in formation,
then two horses in an open field.
This is what it is
to be born, to live, and to die,
in the span of a few minutes.
This is what it is to dance.
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