young_girl_dancing__1680x1050The song has no parallel
It moves in 6/8ths time
In a serpentine fashion
Faster as it slides
Wrapped up in irony
Dressed in fancy verse
With the basest meaning
Wanton in its disregard
Created by cunning minds
In order to deceive
Imaginary wings that lift
Then plummet like a rock
From heights so lofty
But still in unison
Harmonizing in the song
Evocative of passion
Yet never consumed
Internal in its design
Without making a sound
Lost in 6/8ths time.


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