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Whirling Dervish

My name is, Adriacus
I come from ''that part''
of the world,
where they snap their fingers
-and twirl-
spinning to the music
white skirts revolve
in cosmic friction,
melting into
mass motion,
like, particle dust
forming planets
merging separate
solar systems
in unison with
heaven and earth
transporting us
a space ship

by Adryan Barnathan

Comments (2)

Here's a poem that really has rhythm and pace. Well done.
very unusual poem adrienne i love anything about cosmic influence sort of astral travelling and it is not about death, it is about dancing and life Warm regards AJS