There’s a new show in town,
A new shuffle shoe,
A boot slap, a toetap, a dervish in blue,
A leap over swords and a tango with words,
A silence, Silenus, and death dancing too.
Like birds in a flight
That exists only then,
A song that exists for that moment it’s sung,
A comet of fire, a suicide hung,
Appearance and Presence and Being as one.
And then we are gone,
When the sun sets us down,
Like a stone into water, the pattern is done.
And fragments fly fragile
Like flags in the sky,
So then let us dance: you, the moment and I.