A Dancer's Note Shared By The Beats Of The Silence. Poem by jodekss gloatkenf

Now, I do bouyance into the waves of nothingness
Just now nay, coming out with nothing less
Note, naught than something else
If I were moulded in the shape of a dancer
And not a bard to be from Nigeria
I would want to waggle like a winning wind with wierd mowering power
Underneath the peakest place, dancing direly at the point devoid of a simba
Aye, for the boastfulness sitting in the seat sized for shameness is as tinier
As it's when there are beats interwovening twixt one and other
In order
Come here and sit there now
I am pointing out the escaping pincher to you you funny folly very against my mo
All you can see is the window
If I were a dancer, you shall see me dancing every mo
See, a good dancer will never dance only in the inner inn in betwixt an ante in the dance studio or even out in the main show
But a good dancing head shall move to and fro at all mo
Okay, move manicly with the movements that moves at all mo
Aye, dance to the tango shown by silence entangling the same with the way hailed even by big bro the beloved and bereaved ''Sango.''