Wednesday, July 06, 2005

CF To Chaos

Remembering Who I Really Am, I Remove My Shoes


Oh no, my partner in this weaving dance,

I’ve never doubted your pattern, the purpose in your steps
The Goddess is, verily, your choreographer

The chaos is mine. Indeed . . . inherently, intrinsically, innately mine
I was raised on free verse, free movement
I began dancing barefoot, throwing words at the
paper like a confetti of joy

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