Today's prompt. I had to resist the urge to write about one of the big inflection points in history and instead opted to go into "Deep Research" mode (aka Googling "Strange Historical Moments" and seeing what popped up). I found this.
Calling me, darkness burns
through the hole in my shoe, creeps
along my nerve endings. A twist
of hip, enterprising jazz hands
holds the feeling at bay.
settle the brushfire
jitterbugging on a
stage made for me. For you.
Bill's cousin's cover band
playing the hits, running through
numbers, eyes bloodshot, a
worried pallor. The fourteenth encore. This is
more than a gig. No more solos. Foxtrot.
Born to Die Hand Jiving. Paint-by-rhythm.
Even my prayers, a melody that
seeks relief. Take on the 1 and 2
of the bass-snare-bass-snare
and I genuflect on cue.
Up and down and up and down
bleed me in a waltz.
You make me want to shout.
I will never wait a minute again.
Choreography for the revelation.
The song begins again.
I don't know what this one is referring to, but it certainly dances and sings!
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