At most one percent
of the time we live
we dance, however

our arms and legs seem made for it:
the human being, the dance animal
of controlled free courtship
the high stakes of our life
on the stage of each other's eyes

where we want to exist
in the role we have
obtained and kept up

Duties fill the days
with deeds done and worries
those mighty spirits
between the scenes
anxious

about the body, to suffer
anxious to be a dance animal
or not to be