Old Grudges

I dance –

Winding movements of tooth, of claw,
Wandering steps of Dante’s dreams,
Tracing tracks of those who received Odin’s eye –
This time he will demand more.

The potential of 3-mile revelations.

I dance on the edge
Of Father Raven’s wings,
I am leaping among
Sudden, familiar realizations –
We two are alike in all but method,

When I’m finished,
Sweat steaming away,
I might admit
That I lost the argument –
But never the game,
“Because I knew its secret –
It loved to happen.”

(Quotes – Kafka)