We Have Never Danced

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

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we have never danced, only flew
or fought, with no time to
stop, always ready to
chase, to face
the deathless answer now