We Have Never Danced | David Olimpio
one of us is always feet on the ground, the other unbound by time and space, or by rational thought, non-tractional, caught between what is and what could never be the times we whisper, or sing to the stars, in the back seat of cars gliding, abiding, above the earth, flying refusing to lose the feeling, undying you can check the transcript— you can roll back the tape— we have never danced, only flew or fought, with no time to stop, ready to chase, to face the deathless answer now