Where you allow imperfection to enter,
beauty will blossom there.

The joints that look weak;
the blood rushing in a wrist,
the knuckles,  ankles, toes;
all these crepe-paper afterthoughts,
for a body – a body! –
propel you into flight,
into dance.

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