A dance between movement and space,
between image and imperative.
Each step, an arrival
of the familiar within the unknown.
The gravity of form
and the mechanism of each gesture
as profound and dissolved
as the body's memory of a stranger
who said nothing but in passing
met with you in stillness:
wanting to go no faster than this.

by Lavinia Greenlaw

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Sorry, but I don't have a clue what this is all about, goes way over my head.