Dancing in Coils

My eyes were opened by the lessons she revealed

My tongue was moved by her instructions

We were in a dance at every class

It never stopped

Until one day she spun me one last time

And I realized class was dismissed

Because she said I had begun to learn for myself

And I never doubted her

So I took my own hand in a new dance

And only know something to be true

If I can imagine how those black coils would move



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