What if our souls moved in ways we cannot comprehend?
Crouching in a dance of our emotions,
Collectively writhing to the music of time.
Stepping forward and backwards,
And from side to side.
Our souls respond to a voiceless rhythm.
They linger inside us, jerking their way to to our faces.
Stirring our longings, driving our desires,
Hungering for fulfillment in the face of our day to days.
They flail in an outlandish fluidity,
In a strange ball, spinning around our hearts.
The motion these intimate beings produce;
Acting out the lost, dark, gut reactions we hide.
That is how we survive, we have known this since the beginning of our lives.
Without inhibition, we open lifeless arms and close haunted eyes.
All at once, we move offbeat,
Shifting and wavering as we release our souls into the unknown.
Now human vessels lay on the ground.
The earth barren of life.
After-all, ourselves, the real us,
We are searching the unknown for rest.
