Vividly Breaking

2015-01-05 04:00

Through her dance, she enslaved us
within the confines of her expressions;
her every movement pushing downwards,
crushing every bone in our spiritual bodies,
and we couldn't even breathe without her permission.

She was a master of gravity,
that could turn any simple jump
into impossibly captivating levitation;
We didn't have any choice
but to become wind when we saw her.

But then she'd suddenly shift,
and come crashing down heavily,
moving as if all the blood in her veins
had suddenly turned into lead,
forcing us down on the ground with her.

Her every move broke us;
and painfully easily dominated,
and seduced us completely
so that anyone who watched her
could under no circumstances leave

She danced as if every second of it
was a fierce battle of life and death
that no-one near her could ever escape.
We were slaves to her expressions,
and her presence thoroughly oppressed us.

But the oppression felt beautiful.
We had never elsewhere understood
the ecstasy that only lives in such suffering,
and the hauntingly unkind actions
that define the essence of being human.

She danced with her life on the line,
and she did so with unrivaled cruelty.

We all knew that if she ever stopped dancing
both our lives would completely lose their meaning.
She spent every second of her life
prepared for it ending at any time,
so she lived through wild abandon

with such an annihilatingly vivid beauty
that we could never avoid asking ourselves
"What am I really doing with mine?"