The full moon is dancing
among hurried clouds,
and I, too, am stepping
to the beat of a magic word,
one called remission.
Those enemies my own body
so unknowingly launched
are now making their retreat,
leaving me in the grasp
of some new and dizzy tune
which may elude notation,
whose words I may not know,
incapable of exact performance,
but whose message is clear--
that to whatever music remains,
I must keep dancing on.
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