Dancer Dancer

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Sparks of light uncoil from you As, moving, you unleash a grace, That swirls and cascades through the air Weaving poetry in space.

The cadence of your movement, The flutter in your spine, Are far more simply eloquent Than these poor words of mine.

Since language is a recent thing And written words are tame Your speech is ancient, wild, and bright A song wrought out of flame.