bodies tumbleweeded
one, a few, the sound
of drift
one direction this wind
fuels, each crossing
of body
lessens a body, each
use has limbs more
strewn
numbers continue past
possible, minutes then
dozens
of minutes, these are non-
identical em-bodys :
illusives
after each crossing each
dancer must shoot self
against
wind behind other
curtains upstream
to keep
the idea of endless
drift respiring by forces
unseen
purpose-- to seem to
have none thusly cool
sweats
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