By Scott “Scooter” Hedtke
Dreams and visions of lost tribes
and civilizations dancing among the clouds
Whirling
and twirling
the rhythm
frantically increasing pace
the dancers, the same.
Faster faster never relating
Never ceasing
one then another
A few here, a few there
the dancers passing out
in a rush of frenzy
the all consuming dance
Passion extremis
Faster, slower, faster, slower
Perfectly chaotic, the dancers
Match tempo all the dance.
Eventually only the determined
remain standing as the
dance slows, slows, slows
to almost a stop, but the
dancers know better and move ever so slowly.
The remaining people know what they have
won is better than any material prize.
They know that they are strong enough to stand
together, for they passed the test.
And as they clear the new approach.
Not heeding the warnings of the elders
And so the dance begins anew, with renewed vigor.