Every time my ears hear the notes of the song playing as I think of the steps,
My heart leaps into a thousand melodic spasms that blind me momentarily.
At a fraction of a second, everything in nature melts into this hazy pallet of green and gray; rivaling the pallet of a neurotic artist, painting scenery as he sees fit.
Thump, thump thump, my hands shakes as it reaches for an obtuse plane.
My face lights up with a drunken stupor dazzled with an epitome of foolishness and whim.
Tap, tap tap, my graceful tapping resounding like a stomp in the hard concrete floor.
Such power beholding me in a great and inescapable abyss, shackled with wanton surrender.
Oh, YES! I am not afraid to be labeled and be mistaken for something else, for I am a magnum gifted by God with this beguiling gift.
Disturbing it may seem, and cajole by some. I am ready to take the center stage.
And perform with my hearts content!
I am here not as an unknown but a proud and chosen marionette of God.
“Maestro my score, please perform.”
“For I am in love with this art called dance “
“5…6…7…8”
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