The beat is fast, the incessant gonging of a temple bell…stretches to a pitch near breaking point…. noise giving way to a tuneless rhythm… the frenzy is infectious, catching…
We dance like crazed madmen stuck in a trance, condemned to dance, dance, dance… until our feet fall off, until our arms are pulled out of their sockets, until our eyes go blank and white from exhaustion, our sweat pours into a river beneath our feet, our hair springs out of its pin-clasp prison-flying like the opium drugged snakes on Medusa’s head.
The beat quickens, there is urgency in every move, a breathless airless need…our heartbeats shrill to fevers pitch…………
And then there’s silence. So absolute. So final. We fall down dead.

Free me

I don’t understand
Crying to myself
Stitching darkness into my skin
Won’t help

Somehow
I can’t fly anymore
Someone chained my feet to the ground

Free me
Take me with you
Wrench out these roots
Binding me
These vines
Growing on my face
What witch have I become?

My eyes
Growing cold
My heart
Soul
Running away from me

Take me too
Don’t leave me behind
Let me fly
Once more