Yes, we all must die a little

Lest we're lots of life and riddled



Should we step beyond the gates and gaze across its shadow?

shall we step with bliss and sway, or masquerade afraid?

A paper flower on the wall

At a twilight ball

Flower may you fall

At your twilight ball



Would you,

Freed from these

Partitions

Dare

To dance

Elusive rhythm?