Dancing.

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Putting things together.  From fresh, old, recent.  Mostly because someone saw something, and... let me know.  I had to smile.  And eventually post.

As well, in gratitude to those who... taught, showed.  I thought I had it down, knew it all, in my ways, for my ways.  Which became His ways?  Or in His will?  Or... for His ends?  And, yet, they teach.

I realize I can still learn, so... now?  I... watch.  I like the cut of some of their jibs.

Do not think I mock, or jest.  Insane?  You... could always hope.

No.  Just realizing, their beauty has more depth to it.  Their pain is wonderfully terrible.  A superior grace to some of my own?  Well on par at least.  I... hear you.  All of you.  Jangling around in that dusty old head of yours.

Anyway... Had to... put this together.  Before the thought was wasted and the time slipped too far past?  It might be too late.  Who knows.  But... at least... I... have managed the notions, music.  Perhaps with some small grace, guile, delicacy, but enough power and truth too?  I can... only ever hope.