Dip
Chant
A Dizzy dance

We pant to internal rhythms

Spin
Disorder
In collective rites

Swirling me closer to euphora

Thrust
Moans
Delight left to rust

Trusting the idea there is an us

Sodden
Overused
The sweat of gain
Only my bread is one without grain

Echoes
Mimic
The trick of light

Show Only what i've learned
Not what i've done right

Drip
Splattered
The canvas of me

Forgetting who I am
To remember who I want to be.