Who’s controlling this dance?

There was no stream
There was no dust
There was no light
No yellow, no red
There was no dark
There was no singer
There was no burble
No heat, no cold
There was an empty ground
Not barren, not green
Not even painted so
Not even carpeted so
There was someone dancing
To beats no one commanded
To tunes nobody heard
A shadow that needed no dark
No light
Not even a sync of two
Was out even shadow
Man or woman, who knows
The dance was a maddening affair
The dance confined to the ground
And then crossing horizons
Expanded, moved, and inflated
At first we thought it was great
Then we saw some illnesses
Then came fragrances of jasmine
Then the putrefying evil
But there was a dance
That seemingly nobody controlled
But there must have been somebody, right?
Or something that drove it so
So well, so well, so well
Who could’ve been without claiming
Must’ve been your lord
What could’ve been so capricious
Must’ve been bewildered emotions
Who am I to judge
How do I even guess
There’s not so much of a moment
To put the dance to rest


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