Only the Dancers

About finding the misunderstood, and understanding them.

A beautiful hope

for only the return

of the misunderstood.

A helpless feat

for only the dancers

understand the light.

Know how to sing,

for the fate of the sowed

is within.

Why try for the count of the moons

if there are no ways to number?

The blank faith of the Mayans

is nothing to idolize,

but when wronged opinion

hopes for renewal,

the ancients come back to haunt.

The End

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