The Plains Of Dakota
I throw my hands and leap. Dancing out.
Whirling along painfully I danced across the plains.
Sitting peacefully amongst the seventy percent I
Danced and I danced and I danced the line.
Frustrated and frustrating out there in Dakota
Processing hard and letting out a sigh
As the plains stretched out fatter and fatter
Intuitively I danced the next step, Kick
Out loathing the vast and high and wide sky.
Those clouds are here or merely symbolic?
I look at my feet and rage at those lies,
I gnarl my hands; I twist them and turn them and tie
Them. Finally I dance away my paralysis
I grab my knees and sink. Danced out.