The Queen of Dance

There she was back again in my dream,

The old queen of dance who tells me

You have to wean yourself from the floor,

From the earth, from anything beneath your feet…

Keep your head high, as if the sky

Is your highest border.  Let your arms touch

Clouds, clouds:  Push down on the tips of trees.

Believe me, she says, it will make dying easier.

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