Ballet Dancer

There’s a hole up in the roof, it’s where the truth is dripping in  
an elephant within the womb so very hard to see  
and green men in the forests who now panic ‘bout the trees  
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There’s counterforce prevailing that is failing in degree  
since paradigms are wailing they’re unfit to change the ‘Quo’  
as many clever people leave — they just don’t want to know  
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There’s giant bellows pumping air, a very strange device  
that’s technified the Commons leaving people lost, marooned  
who weep for missing children whom the devil wants to groom  
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I see the ruling psychos with their disconnected souls  
and wonder what’s their role within a cosmic evolution  
as cycles of disintegration link to some solution  
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It’s all so very strange to thrive in times that are a-changin’  
it makes me wonder how to live with honour as the norm  
as darker clouds are gathering to roll a perfect storm  
 
 
My ballet-dancer’s failed career which never left the ground  
returned to me in agony, unlived and bursting out  
it threw me to the floor in pain, and watched me flail and shout  
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I thought at first ‘redemption…’ but that’s not the way to go  
the energy still waiting there demanded transformation  
to move with grace and elegance in quiet celebration  
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So building domes and sculptures as a way of staying sane  
I weave my belts and play piano, dream how best to die  
with beauty as my friendly ghost who’s teaching me to fly  
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And in my bubble-paradise the birds so sweetly sing  
the flowers are true beautiful and smell like heaven’s earth  
as trees produce their sumptuous fruit and amplify their worth  
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The hole up in the roof remains with truth still dripping in  
the elephant within the womb is now my teddy bear  
the green man dances joy and peace to live beyond despair  
 
 
And round and round and round it goes, a life-evolving game  
we walk as players on a board, bewildered, feeling scared  
but all the fuss is just for us to know how much we dared.