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THE MOOR DANCES

Mark Boccard

SHE WILL STEP ACROSS IT BREAKING THROUGH
 HE   LL  T      O    T   EA       R
SHE   LL S           I        N  T  O
    W         A   S   T   E
    WIL               T      ING
    WI                T                H
S   W      E               A     T
SH         E  A       T   E   N     O
S         T   A R  S             TH OUGH
SH                        E
S E   LL S            T   E   N  T  O
SHE        EP  C     IT      ING   ROUGH
VELLUM PAPER IN THE FORM OF A SUNSET
                TH          A      T
V       AP           OR       S N ET
DEPRIVE ONESELF OF THE VIVIFYING
D   IVE O     F  F      IV  Y
D  R                        YING
MOVEMENTS OF MACHINES WITH GESTURES;
MO     T  O                     R S
M  E E T       CH  E        E   R S
 OV  E                          R
       T        H  E  W     E T
MO        O       N S WI   G      S.
THE DANSEUSE WILL HOLD UP A SIGN
     AN              D
THE   N  USE WIL     D
TH      E SE                S
T                  O
T E  A SE               P A  I N

 







She will step across it breaking through hell to tear shells into waste, wilting with sweat. She ate no stars though she sells ten to sheep citing rough vellum paper in the form of a sunset that vapors net. Deprive oneself of the vivifying dive off ivy, drying movements of machines with gestures; motors meet cheers over the wet moon's wigs. The Danseuse will hold up a sign and then use wild theses to tease pain.

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