"a dance with no pattern",
'cept the waltz the Goddess gave me.
I know that my movements follow no set rules or form,
but that is because you are too close, hand upon my arm
to see how carefully I touch certain stones on the parquet floor.
All is chaos -- jumbled god-dreams and silent song;
yet as I believe there is a pattern hidden there,
I follow.
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