Dervish

Swirls of surrender to invisible axis

Slippery sinews in rotational praxis

Sibilant motion, flailed arms to akimbo

And centrifugal limb, in retraction, collapses

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Ejaculative passions drive ululations

Emote passions and torque dancers' dervish gyrations

The eyes speak all from slit-sighted naqib

A woman's somewhere, in there, in operation

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Beauty of motion, bodies in space

Incapable of denying themselves of their place

A woman of flesh, concealed, hidden beneath

Choreographed densities of pent hope and grace

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Twirls and spins belie flywheel wrought,

Put into motion what's more than the art

The madness of dance is fueled desperation

To be wholly human past rote counterpart

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Machinations in steps, phased with lunation

Present her fertility in periodic rotation

Merely one aside, among many in progress

The dancer circles many things' interrelation

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Witness that expressed at the behest of acrobatics

Rising aerially to levels of sorties' aerobatics

Dances need not be policies of happiness

But rage at the disfranchising theocratics

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Don't be hoodwinked by her annular haste

And don't feel her call-to-waggle is based

On pirouetting behind another gender

Half the Earth — a terrible thing to waste