your feet fly

over the stage

in the rhythm

of

sacrifice

arms linked, there is histroy here,

there            is pressure on your          toe

but               also pressure to            succeed

and                    you must believe                  you

can             or all is lost, the       rhythm

leaves no space for

weakness, formation leaves no room for doubt,

you lift your feet and twist your head to the side like there is

something there

is waiting      for your

attention                 you spin

in place              then reach

to    the            sides

as if to   drown

             in the app-                    .

lau-                .

se.          .