Dance
and make a declaration:
I have a body.
I am not only
scattered, racing thoughts
caught on permanent loop
ghosts of news media sites
imprinted on the backs of my eyelids
I am not only
systematic theologies
that can't contain what they seek to explain
theodicies
that fail and fail and fail
I am not only
numbness
paralyzed by tragedy
I am not only
Rumi's perpetual whirlpools
the lies I tell about myself
the skeletons of winter.
Dance
and make a declaration
a protest in the darkness:
We are bodies
loving in rhythm
moving to music.
We are miracles.
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