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Underground eXperts United
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[ I Dance in Circles from the Bridge ] [ By Jay DeKalb ]
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I Dance in Circles from the Bridge
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by Jay DeKalb
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My eyes are cast on the rippled water
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from up high on the McKenzie Bridge,
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malleable spine curved over the protective rail.
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My arms are dead weight
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and metal fingers rake the water carelessly.
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Everything is tinted red
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and creeps through shadows.
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I draw a weak fist
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and shake the river water.
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The wind screams like a slaughterhouse.
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I am too heavy, even for the guardrail
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and I fight gravity like a puppet in amateur hands.
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Unnaturally I fling parts of myself into the red atmosphere
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but even death demands a moment of control
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I will not remain here forever.
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Gathering strength, I synchronize my limbs
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as a pendulum and drag over the rail
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onto the lip of the bridge
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and the pendulum breaks
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into beats of three
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into one two THREE!
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I shoot forward with gained momentum,
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limp in self-pity and both hands now scrape the sky
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but the world falls quiet at an instant
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reality repositions and flashes bright and I
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hang in pure silence- stunned.
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Fade like the moon back onto the bridge
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In rage at failure, I reform the pendulum.
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I kick my foot straight into a clear blue sky,
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Over the orange body of the sun.
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For a moment I vacillate between the water and the sky.
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I find that my spine has realigned
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to hold an equilibrium.
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But before the fall
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I swing through the quiet air
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back onto the bridge, completing yet another circle,
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landing lightly and amazed
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still spinning
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in circles, each less constricted
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than the last and the space on the bridge
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expands and my circles grow wider
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as I flail in joy and exploration
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-then collapse in exhaustion.
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The stillness bears down
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Tap, tap, tap
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The McKenzie river sounds again.
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The waves lift and lower their feet,
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rippling a beat as to introduce a song.
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They tap their feet and
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toes tickle the air in a low hmmmmm
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Trees lean over both sides of the river banks,
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bow their backs and play the wind like a violin
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with a soft chord rising in intensity
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and coaxing the birds into quick whistles
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and a distinct rhythm that invokes
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otters onto sun-warmed, ivory rocks in the river-
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clapping and answering the
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awakened world with melodious voice
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as Yellow Scotch Broom comes undone,
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swinging wild in a spontaneous dance of
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reconciliation with the earth
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and the rhythm catches me up
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I step, step step. I step, step step
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circling myself and dancing to the music
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that raises its voice and the violinists sway
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over, gaining momentum as they work the wind
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into a thousand held notes notes
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that overlap each other split seconds at a
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time while the melody quickens in pace.
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The whistling birds and the tap
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and tickle of the river current
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battle for the forefront.
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It's loud.
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I am singing and shouting
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instead of brooding over thoughts
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and I step, step step.
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I dance in circles from the bridge.
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uXu #599 Underground eXperts United 2002 uXu #599
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