Lion Dance

Withal gong-splash, drum-thunder,

firecracker bang, a guised duo jerks,

turns, leaps inside a poignant-eyed,

clamor-colored entity. As one, shade

antidotes their glitched backbones.



The self-stifling shelter, like triceps

withered from immobility, atrophies

the solitaire vigor, and forms opiate

of others' lucid embrace/coaction.



Asudden, the co-dancer drops into

near-heat stroke. From under wire/

bamboo belly, he wriggles out into

air where the splash, thunder, bang

intensifies with roar -- an earthshock

induced from showgoer feet-stomp.



To his shared being, he seeks re-

refuge, but already, the disoriented

have wrenched its linens to pieces.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Last sunday I invited a high school friend that I have not seen in about 4 years over to a club. Once there, she notices that I was alone. She then proceeds to ask me why I was alone. This got me thinking more on why she saw it strange that I was alone. Reflecting on herself, is she not comfortable with herself? Is she insecure in not being in the presense of somebody else, a safe haven, somebody she may be able to point a finger at, or be re-assured of things with?

And so she seems to not only want but need somebody in her presense to be fully complete, like a duo lion dance. But, what happens when you become fully dependent on others? What happens to you as an individual person?

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