It is impossible for a dancer to ever feel godforsaken

Who strongly believes he is worthy under his skin

By claiming related to the Great Art that makes him a kin
 

When his passion overpowers judgment and rejects reason

Is set in the magnitude of pleasure with beauty’s inspiration

It materializes swiftly from this very fierce motion
 

And again under the influence of its kindred emotion

It moves violently towards the harmony of a bodily formation

Erupts, solidifies and reincarnates as Dancing
 

Magic Carpet.

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