Chapter Text
There is a calm in the dance.
—When you leave off gnawing thought, to know.
Each movement telegraphed by impulse,
As though in brightly coloured lines of light.
Each answering path clear,
Governed by beats
In the prelinguistic rhythm
Of understanding.
Better to stay
In the joy of the dance, than to see
Each footprint marked in blood,
Better to fly—
—When decisions are made final,
And the task is clear, and all voices
In unison
Direct each movement to put the world
to Order.