Juste pour Danser

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Just to dance
In the wavering limelight of unmitigated night,
In the piercing beams of sunny daylight,
In the gloom of stormy moons,
In the withering dreams of dawn,
I dance.

Is it better to face reality,
To moan in cooperative collusion,
To accede demeaning indifference,
To wallow in untenable worry?
I dance.

I will not adopt
the decadent dissidence of others.
I cannot forego
a dream for unmitigated insecurity.
I cannot be you.
I will not be them.
I dance.

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