All the World's a Stage
Dance comes thru as horse and carriage
stretching the road away like a limit left behind,
knowing what is leaving, keep moving before
the hum when looking behind catches this break-away.
and they keep hearing it through the grape vine,
all the dancing has added up to freedom now,
when there were no signs on that road but
creeping indication today of any kind
of movement, the body has always been knowledge,
and the horse? well, it is cutting the air
like a butter knife thru cake.
-S.Grutz
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