The Dance

Its like a dance, I think
An intricate game of advance and retreat
Do either of us guess the at the pattern
Or is it a dizzy swirl that keeps us guessing
I fight to keep my balance
Must stay on my feet

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[Mr. Deft Diction]

Must...stay...on...my...feet.

I like the exasperation I hear in this poem; it's like a talking-to-yourself, looking at the ground, holding your temples, trying to figure out...

I dig this. Nice work!