A fool in the night
longs for things not to be had
sees beauty on a stage
and ponders
what does it mean?
what does it do?
who is it for?
what can I do?
The dance is a cloud
I fly through it
and get nothing,
yet somehow it all makes sense.

More sober and coherent reviews of the dances that I saw coming soon. Mostly positive, and by god, some of them really struck home.

Until the beer wears off (thanks Pat and Becky),

-ccm