Biopsy, the ritual
of slice and stain,
the labyrinth of waiting.
Meanwhile at this performance
house lights dim, young dancers,
each muscled step precise,
each nuance in the music
visible, toe shoe, leg and torso
one perfected line, bodies
bending, floating, we are
floating in a space, an orbit
of uncertainty, but
such exquisite order in
these bodies, the music
that claims us. No place
for imperfection.

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