One woman turned into two
Then a circle of nine.
Tied together with ropes to the ceiling.
All in motion
In the center a blue electrical fire
that made no sense.
Flailing, tangled, they pretended
to remember what to do.
I came to untangle the cord, loosen the knot,
restore the dance
to cut out the borrowed canto
from their mouths
leave room for a song of experience.
The blue flame provided no light.
A door opened to the world in daylight.
Nine returned to one.