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DANCING IN KNOTTED STRINGS
Once we knew how to tie all the knots
in the book that made us scouts
Once we knew how to buy all the pots
needed to mark our clattering routs
We knew it all and then forgot
and then untied from finger to heart
We knew we would not need to trot
marked by knotted strings to part
We knew we wanted a new dance
not needing any winding strings
We knew we thought we could prance
not needing all the knotted re-pings
We knew we thought we knew
We knew we thought we knew
We thought we knew dance new
We thought we knew you new
We thought we knew me new
We thought we knew string new
We thought we knew knot new
We thought we knew until we knew not
We thought we knew thought not
We thought we knew no string knot
We thought we knew no dance knot
Then, and then, and then, we knew:
No strings to lead the dance
Then, and then, and then, we knew:
No knots to chord our prance.
THOUGHT FOR THIS FRIDAY OF OUR CONNECTED LIVES:
DO NOT CUT YOUR LIFELINES! YOU WILL ENTER
THE DANCE OF LIFE DISCONNECTED FROM YOURSELF!
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