Dancing Barefoot

[cinema_babe]

by Patti Smith

the plot of our life sweats in the dark like a face
the mystery of childbirth, of childhood itself
grave visitations
what is it that calls to us?
why must we pray screaming?
why must not death be redefined?
we shut our eyes we stretch out our arms
and whirl on a pane of glass
an afixiation a fix on anything the line of life the limb of a tree
the hands of he and the promise that s/he is blessed among women.

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[excitablegirl.livejournal.com]

NOthing of importance to say except I love me some Patricia Lee Smith.