Trance

Never dance, people look stupid when they dance, they never do it for fun, only by principle or celebration, for them dancing is a show, they display a good mood to draw the nymphs and Appollons, there is no sense to me to rejoice massively, do i dismiss dance because i can't... yeah i can't! I can't pretend and mix in the only purpose to hope for a lascivious hip move, the eyes soaked in intoxicating substances or mere alcohol, dancing is so vain i'd rather hit my brow on the floor, the way they do it with their laughing gulfs right to the ceiling, rubbing each others like a cat on his master's leg, people dance to forget, to get some relief in their miserable lifes, to find momentary peace in the worst devotions, they wriggle like a heap of snakes while on my side i only aspire to madness, focusing all my nerves on one beam reaching high, twirling around like a squid underwater, a whirlgig at the edge of a table, when i dance no Matter exists, it's a wide nebula and i'm part of it all, i'm hatefull of their aspirations, they turn an ability so pure to an orgiastic race, never dance like they dance but i'll keep to grow my entity insane and in my dance i'll find sleep.

(i must stop to write in this state, if only i could describe the beauty of the details around)