As long as the body maintains an existence marked by social experience,it cannot express the soul with purity.
Kazuo Ohno
An old couple dance
walker to walker,
sandwiches a nun.
This was not our way,
at the old dancing school.
There children danced
on their bones.
Time left broken shoelaces
as signs of disapproval.
Now the tamed Goths
are doing Sweeping the Floor
and facts are becoming dreams.
These children
name their dances
after metaphors of maintenance.
How wrong can they be?