It is magic when I Move and
cut through the air
A dance of muscles and
ligiments and flashing limbs
A twirl a slide and a spin
in the air to touch the sky
It is magic when I Move and
dance upon air
I feel the drag of time
across my awareness and down my arms
As I Move each step of this
dance of parry and thrust
I push against limits that
none can preceive limits of flesh and bone
A silence surrounds me as I
Move beyond what is mortal
This body doesn't stop but
spins faster ever harder
The Movement is fundamental
as it breaks it's boundaries
A dance amongst statues of
flesh and bone marks it
Breathe comes quickly in
rapid gulps at Movements demands
It is magic when I Move the
dance of rushing through the air
The hand being faster than
the eye but Movements faster still
It is stillness and smooth
and a rush through to the soul
It is Motion fundamental and
pure a dance that can not be denied
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