Dancing With Mystery

The body coalesces into point, center stage, 
an impossible unreal locus from which 
sense explodes as ambulatory glow, infinite 
radii

       in paired vacillation, 
       in love as time, the sands 
       forming as heaven’s excrescent sublime.
 
Intention whips circle into sphere, spinning 
high-pitch wobble, perfect teetering globe, awake 
to itself as self-orbiting plane. The limbs 
articulate 

       rhythm, sinusoidal thoughts  
       waving into columns of light, 
       columns of brilliant light.
 
Cleaving, budding gravitational twist, 
styled infinite ribbon, the circle escapes the 
square in duplicate, arrives face-to-face 
with 

       the moment of, the absurdity of any other dream,  
       and thus,  
       bends into appearance and blinks off.

A lost signal echoes as certainty, as 
point-in-time, apart from hued diameter, a ray 
appears 
from anywhere,  
             toward nowhere,  
                          increasingly. 

       And then,
 
Awareness converges, remembers point, 
remembers line, and with no sense or 
reason, Without knowing why, 

                     curves, 

Kisses its own chin as a lover’s, stares at 
its throat as God, 

                         sings,
 
Bellows the sorrows of form, maintains itself 
as melodious, bi-surfaced singularity,
                       bows,
 
Reunites with stillness in dance, realizes itself 
as having been here all along,  
as never having left.