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I perform the graveyard dance. Thats what I do. I don't get paid for each performance; instead I pay for trying again. I will always have dirt lodged under my fingernails; always a naked body coated with mud. I perform the graveyard dance. That's what I do. Even though I go to work every morning, even though I go out at nights all that I am doing is clawing and scratching and digging through layers of brick heavy compost. Usually I can see the light for a momenrt. If I am lucky I can breathe the fresh, crisp, cold air. Once I made it far enough to look around and see the fragile flowers placed with love on the surrounding headstones. I have never pulled out of my grave-- nor will I ever. No such thing as a walk with the living in the real world above. As a child I thought I was living on top of the earth, but it was the underworld impersonating freedom. I did not know I had to work so hard to scratch the barrier between fresh air and soiled life. I perform the graveyard dance. That's what I do: repeated digging motions; repeated clawing movments; each phase with a new twist offering excitement, yet always made up of fundamental elements; always returning to the same pattern; I cross my arms; I turn my legs; I twist my head. I perform a choreographed, predestined life. That's what I do. |
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