Dance. Dance between them with light feet

That the world might give way to your dancing heat

Fold away the cold iron of yourself

Grow from it a sword, and forever hoard

The dancing of God;

Who prances above and bellow room and board.

Talking of God

Talking of mud

Is the same,

For the breath of the dancer

Leaves us all to blame.

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