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1. Call it a waltz, gliding over the still dust while our seas quietly offer ever coalescing thoughts – yes they are alive as there is life in the driest earth. 2. If a tango bounces around your brain, its colour is surely yellow and flaming red. What shines from the centre to the fulcrum of the tides? A belief, possibly, that may never go cold. 3. Under the moon Jack Kerouac wrote the boogie as cool as the moon. How best to sum up the moon’s jazz? Getz on an Icelandic holiday? Miles up Everest? Trane at midnight? 4. In a disco, the planets swing about the ceiling, but it is the moon presiding. The mirrorball of our Earth, the daughter who lets us forever muse upon her silver gift to night. 5. This is foxtrot, over. This is a dance on a plane as far away as the absolute zero we craved in the fires. Playing gin rummy last week the conversation turned to the life the moon has – we agreed it could be a sanctuary, over. 6. Ballet in the craters would it then rain? The atmosphere needs tweaking, yes, but when the Swan mates, the Lake is nourished, it’s a divine form of trespass, a genesis of tranquil possibility. 7. The most profound dance is the first step. Remember your birth– warm and slippery under the night sky. The moon was your midwife, and yes, she has become your mistress – these, and other matters of fidelity, so tantalisingly out of reach. |
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