When You Dance
P Patti Masterman
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When you dance, the earth's ghost
Moves sublimely through your body,
Sine-waves twist in continental drift
And the suns rays noiseless behind.
Then the surface tensions rise,
Up above the hidden quarries;
Their back-lit corridors soon ambushed
By the sound of a thousand cries.
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