Dancing

Insistent whispers from distant places, tease & menace;

the hold is held*, coils then melds, melts & is gone forever.

Solid & insubstantial, all objects whole & partial resist or yield, or stubbornly reveal futility

to be both the cause & death of meaning:

every answer a more graceful dancer than the question;

never ending

tension between existence & being.

It slips away, eternally within the reach, of a grip that cannot keep what it holds:

grains of sand in the hands of a creature

who doesn't understand either…