Precision's Dance #1243

Precision's Dance Ballet thrives on discipline, An unrelenting rhythm that hums within, Demanding bodies yield to perfect lines, Where each step shapes delicate designs. With muscles strained and spirits braced, Intense refinement fills each space, As dancers glide with crafted grace, Their intricate steps defying time and place. It dominates art, religion, and state, A paragon of order shaping fate. In the classroom’s dance, they find devotion, In lines aligned, they move as one ocean. Yet, like hounds held by tethered chains, Unnatural standards bleed through veins, Embedded deeply within each spin, Precision prizes form over spirit’s whim. A structure so firm that souls may bend, Feeling sometimes, a costly trend, Where specter-like, it casts a net, Precision’s gleam, emotion beset. In echoes of the music’s tone, Some hearts feel empty, some feel grown. For through this art of toil and time, Lives a ballet where truth may shine. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 8, 2024)