Did
.
y
o
u
.
dance ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
Did
.
y
o
u
.
dance
inside
.
a
.
dream ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
Did
.
y
o
u
.
dance
inside
.
a
.
dream
.
o
f
.
some
flashy,
–
–
flaunting
–
b
u
t
–
fleeting
–
–
feeling . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
f
–
–
–
where
.
y
o
u
.
might
–
–
rather
be ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
o
r
–
–
–
of
some
–
–
guilty
sweet
.
b
u
t
.
sexy
scene,
–
–
where
.
y
o
u
.
could
.
b
e
.
so
free ?
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ well,
“not me”
.
y
o
u
.
tease . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
it’s
only
.
s
o
m
e
.
silly
fantasy . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it’s
only
.
s
o
m
e
.
seed
.
o
f
.
ecstasy,
–
–
this
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It’s
only . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It’s
only . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It’s
only . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
m
e
–
–
–
moving
memory . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ some
.
.
moving
memory
.
o
f
.
how
things
.
m
i
g
h
t
.
have
been,
–
–
this
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
that’s
.
n
o
t
.
the
way . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ no,
that’s
.
n
o
t
.
the
way
.
i
t
.
seems . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
even
when
.
y
o
u
.
leave,
–
–
it’s
always
.
within
reach . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
even
when
.
i
t
.
breathes
.
a
n
d
.
feeds,
.
.
y
o
u
.
.
cannot
.
s
a
y
.
a
.
thing . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ you
cannot
.
s
a
y
.
a
.
thing . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ no,
you
.
c
a
n
.
never
.
s
a
y
.
a
.
thing . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
.
y
o
u
.
dance
inside
.
a
.
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
especially,
–
–
when
.
y
o
u
.
dance
inside
.
a
.
dream . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
w
i
t
h
–
–
–
me.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem I wrote back in July of 2020 where the affected party cannot escape an addiction or compulsion of some kind – because it is always in the back of his/her mind: taunting, teasing, and haunting. I played the wonderful gem of a song “Particle” by Hundred Waters in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.