when this bud grows like a body taking root
each breath taken is a word
imagining, soundings, emotions mingle together
weaving one robe around us
our hands join, our lips form in unison
every word we say is the command of the high priestess
the rest is sand
the rest is dust
only the sand blows then swirls and disappears
but we still dance
a dance that only we know
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