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One woman turned into two
into six
Then a circle of nine.
Tied together with ropes to the ceiling.

Three suspended
Three grounded
Three between
All in motion

In the center a blue electrical fire
a chant
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.
Leave room