Zombies, Beatles and Temptations crowd around, causing the floor to pulse, and small and strong limbs to shake and swirl--once, again, three times round,
happy to imitate the ignored circular path of clock hands that like to think they matter.
On and on it goes, no concern for their movement along the usual circular path at the usual snails pace--
There is no place for time in this land of energy, and lights, the cushion is not there for time to crash down during the slow-pulsed intervals-- its there to temper and add to the significance of the emotional movement of people's motion, melody, laughter, bright colorful shines illuminating atmospherically dimmed room which are all swirling together.
Mother and daughter dance around the joyful sound of laughter; it rings out, reaching far enough corners to echo back over a lifetime.
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