From point to point the dancer glides

Her hidden lines marking the steps.

From boundry to boundry she moves

Then across the great expanse.

Dancing for life and survival

An ancient step long remembered.

Never a slip she spins around

a circle born on tiny feet.

Outward she spirals to far points

Then inwards from whence she came.

Her dance is complete so she waits

for more dancers to join.

To dance upon those hidden lines

and embrace the touch of death.