Dancing Poem by David McLansky

I writhe, I twist, I spin, I jerk,
As if my body's gone berserk
I tumble, spin, revolve, and twist,
With urgencies I can't resist;
I'm like a spaceman lost in space,
I orbit at a maddening pace;
Aware that I must not fall down,
The high-wire act of a drunken clown;
I tip toe up on spasm-ed toes,
A spastic man within his throes
My muscles turn to molten lead,
I then turn rigid like the dead;
Then for a moment, all too brief,
Paralyzed, I find relief;
But then it quickly dawns on me.
Imprisoned thus, I am not free;
I alternate between two states,
My dopamine dictates my fate;
I walk the walls between two hands
Falling forward as I stand,
Once a languid soul relaxed,
A dancing puppet near collapse.