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Forest of Ankles
We were part of the forest that
was composed of heaving, moving
bodies in a dizzying formation,
all set and bound to find one-another.
We drizzled ourselves upon
the floor, already glazed with
a layer of thick expectancy,
as we stomped with all our vigor.
The lights were fleeting bulbs
of madness, drowning in their
motion, their cycle, their endless
vagabond trailing of the walls.
They would seek our blindness
as we threw about our bodily
selves, hoping to catch another
in a tangle always meant to occur.
The mixing of drinks and of
circumstance that brings us aloft
will brighten or darken we,
who see fit to ignore futility.
