The Dance

In times afore, lay rubble, dust.
Untold stories. Lightning lost.
Today insists itself to dusk
Of others, self, and doings must
Yon and nigh yet build today,
Promise vague. Void; But pay.
To fight. To lose. To spin. To dance.
Pursue in folly, Blessed Chance.

The Dance

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