2020.10.12.
The dances are becoming more ferocious
Into a rest, into a battle, following me.Keep the formation, chasing after a star.
This century’s dances got tired of the walls of the cities,
Poems got tired of music, music got tired of words.
A blow, a glitch, rushing headstrong into a wall.
Just dance, sing in rhythm with your own self.
The same notes, a familiar tune,
But dances are becoming more ferocious.
Catharsis, a dream or a nervous breakdown,
Dancing with a noose around the neck.
This century’s dances got tired of the walls of the cities,
Poems got tired of music, music got tired of words.
Parodies on parodies,
Imitating the imitators,
An orphanage for the abandoned muses,
Dropped there by a good samaritan.
The same notes, a familiar tune,
But dances are becoming more fierce.
Catharsis, a dream or a nervous breakdown,
Dancing with a noose around the neck
Into a rest, into a battle, following me.
Keep the formation, chasing after a star.
A blow, a glitch, rushing headstrong into a wall.
Just dance, sing in rhythm with your own self.