DANCING RYTHM.

Dancing rythms have pleasurable balms How oft when men dance away grief and despair To merry where conscious psyche disdains till the tambourines'rythm pulsating never dies.A sigh before relief.O how may i not my grief dislodged when beat the nerves and moxies in the quick lightning of its triumphant fire.Dancing rythms have blissful ends.Your writ like passion is akindled by thine own defence.As passionate as the motif cannon fired doth hurry from the zealotry fathom bullied.That i have a rythm and visor that could tell A dancing forays in a fair mettle's proven for never was a story of grief stricken freedom than this dancing rythm and her therapy Dances sat like dance in a monument smiling at grief Hath the rythm slain himself that dancing vowels and consonants be cockatrice to seize on the white wonder of mystic riverbeds where the rythm may flies the death darting carrion of vultured despair. Do not your thumb bitten at damoclean sword let your rythm smite the choking gall.That she has foresworn to heel