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Mustn’t Dance Too Long

Mustn’t Dance Too Long

 

 

Straining against the present, inactive in my chair

Closing grateful eyelids

And

 

Twirling around the room with a premonition in my arms

A glimpse of those things

that will demand me

In ways

The commotional, competitive, clamor of the now

Cannot

 

Wisps of conjured warmth comforting me with what

Will, must, be realized

A blanket of story book feelings

All scratchy sentimentalism and romantic moth-rot

 

Prophesying must not stay so

 

Created before manifesting

Born inside a jittering head that plays host to itself more often than it should

Semantically satiated with introspection and

Losing meaning in itself

 

Delight transfused from some distant future

 

A future I’ve lobbed at the middle of my mental trajectory

A future without which I will have borrowed from nothing

Will have indebted myself to imagine

 

A future

That I’ll bump into on a bus, a sidewalk, somewhere

Cold but not barren

Twinkling with happy convergence

 

A future in which I mustn’t dance too long

 

One mustn’t risk living

Entirely too far in advance

 

Image Drawn by Madhav Dutt

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