Pirouette

Pirouette


Pirouette
Land with a swift changement de pieds
Feathers and fabrics and falsified fantasies
Never
did
dance
so
well
And seven and

Eight times over, still your heart is still
Stay you there and you are stone
Polished and powdered and perfect
Paralysis
Spin you never will again
And seven and

Airborne malice in the form of music
In the form of waltzing winds
A r a b e s q u e and kick, kick, kick with force unprecedented
You no longer hear the ballad of the water, heed the fevered pitch
Of my lamentation, His lachrymation

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Where is the adagio? When will you retire?
Sur les pointes et révérence,
before it is too late.