Beneath the swish of red dresses
Around the ballroom floor
Behind the leaden masks and
Secret dreams of floral scents
There is something with no center
No ceiling and no floor
A world of contact bounded by crossed strings
Pulling each dancer into the next spin
Catching every dip
But flooded with midnight water
That buoys and sinks
Leaving no one where they were before
Clustering strange people and partners
Bringing lives together only to be torn apart
Trapped in this chaotic web draped with dew
Even spiders are helpless navigators
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