tarantism (df): overcoming melancholy by dancing; the uncontrollable urge to dance
it's a noise
it's a noise
inside my head
and if I could still speak
I would sang
together with it
instead I bite my lip
and move downwards
my own spine
dextra
sinistra
my arms extend
I extend into both
directions
I become
a big
black bird
with sad biddy eyes
and no song
at all
my fingertips
draw fractals
around me
I am the epicentre
I am the source
I am the explosion
I sway in the air
and move frantically
only not to fall
because I know
it could
break me
(I'm made
out of china
I have
no glue)
I dance.