first dancer
From ricercar Wed Nov 6 00:55:36 1996
Dare dances the first part of the Senethar, with personal variations, in front of the dying flame, just for di Griz.
Kneeling in no-space, during time out of mind after
Dare finishes the Senethar for the hope of di Griz,
Daralyn is confronted by a mind outside her own.
She wrenches Daralyn from the rightful peace which
Dare invariably earns through dance, She tears
Daralyn from Nirvana by the mere fact Her attention
is fallen upon Dare.
An entity momentarily interposes himself between Her
and Dare, but he is thrown aside, as an old frisbee
winged across the room, by a child who is grabbing
for a newer surprise from daddy.
She commands the rag-doll: flee poet!
Then She is a solid wall of will, slamming full-force
into Dare's unbuffered psyche: as buckshot through tissue,
as a semi-truck through a billboard, as an avalanche
pummelling a log cabin into oblivion.
Terpsichore does not
know you. name
your teacher! where are
you from? you are not
from first turf of Klinure!?
deceived! you serve
no Sister of mine!
Dancer:
answer me or Dance for me!
Daralyn awakens, not refreshed from the Senethar as expected,
but instead wakens aching as if she danced all night,
wakens on a cot in the hut of a very frightened Josie of Musquel.
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