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    dots Submission Name: Underneath the feet of a foolish dancerdots

    Author: lori_tab
    ASL Info:    27/f/alabama
    Elite Ratio:    4.33 - 1752/1517/481
    Words: 476
    Class/Type: Prose/Nature
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    dots Underneath the feet of a foolish dancerdots

    Eyesight watching the hour

    a fist of rage tearing down walls
    but the underbelly of the floor begins to grow roots
    they spread underneath the feet of the people unseen


    Inside a great house multitudes are gathered
    all in one room listening to music and growing fat off the feasts of the night

    Merry laughter drowned out the candlelight

    A gust of wind entered the room and gave a subtle breath of life to the unseen garden underneath the party.

    A child with a long stride and eight feet of growth stood in a corner with a glass of wine.
    Drunk with the night he tried to grasp standing upright, but in vain. He settled for a position on the floor with his legs drawn up and his head slung senslessy on his knees.


    In many nights like these the rooms grow warmer, the walls swell and sweat and breathe and cough, all unnoticed.


    The child gets up when he has shaken his slumber and goes for more wine. The music is at its height and the crowd sparkles with melody, jewled bodies winking and inviting the young man to dance.

    He places one foot in front of the other and it feels like momentum, feels like he is racing and his heart runs ahead of him in lust for the mighty romp that is the dance.


    All goes on and on, the dance continues, the barrels of wine refill themselves. They drink! They drink!
    Their faces perspire, still they drink and dance and their feet do not stop, they grow and increase fueled with the drink.

    The room endures the many vibrations, hearts thumping, bodies jumping, minds lost in high flight and the wings of the night throb and throb.

    The swells of the walls, the echoes down the halls, and in no short time in the corner underneath the stain of red wine a tiny crack interrupts the solidity of the marble. But this room cannot uphold any longer without giving.


    In the womb of the house a stem of light looks up to the floor where the crack has slightly grown. The darkness of the room threatens to pour down into the body of this mother housing multitudes.


    The dance is now just a blurr and souls are lost in futile steps that lead to nothing but the exhaustion of the people and the destruction of the house. There is nothing left but the body underneath, nothing to save them but the light.


    Unnoticed a small green vine peers above marble walkways

    the smile and the joy of a faithful flower knows nothing of wait

    Submitted on 2010-12-18 15:06:03     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      I am seeing this as a metaphor of earth oil and people. I enjoyed reading it. I really can't say anything you have not already said. If it is not about earth oil and people don't tell me. I have missed to often on
    my interpretations and am starting to get a complex.
    So, let the light shine on!
    | Posted on 2010-12-27 00:00:00 | by DaleP | [ Reply to This ]

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