Vast Lands.

Libertà

I am but a lone ballerina,
twirling in the silence of the darkness
the pulsation of the drums warming the tips of my fingers
as I spin in harmony to the ancestors call.
song in me as I dwell in the visible unknown

I am but a lone ballerina
twirling alongside the darkness of the shadows
in the still, I dance as darkness accompanies/ swallows my every split and pirouette
the crescendo of loneliness throbbing/ oscillating beneath the crimson fire in my veins

I am but a lone ballerina,
song I me as I dance to be heard
the taps of my toes echoing a discordant rhythm on the bare cold ground
my ankles twisting in agony and despair as I tread to an unknown beat,
relevé!
glisser!!
sauté!!!

A lone ballerina, I am
Voila! my toes echo against the deathly still of the night
as a vibrant staccato resonate in the darkness of these walls.
caged in this "tutu", I constantly war against the demons that lurk in the tullle
moving in facelessness and obscurity, I sway towards twilight
strutting towards the outstretched arms of madness looming near

I am but a lone ballerina
born from the ashes of movement and rhythm
jeté in the air
risen from the vestiges of songs; songs that reverberate in the plains, fields and hills of mother Earth

I am but a lone baller