Steady Beating Actuality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms racing across the dance floor, people going crazy,
twisting, dancing and revolving with the tempo's steady
beating.

Actuality flying into outer dimensions as everyone finds
a place in the midst of rhythms, holding on and taking
turns that keep rotating across the dance floor.

Staying well into the night, an exercise in the futility
of loneliness and pain, it's all being chased away in
depths of heart-rending music, changing and rearranging
feelings of everyone here tonight.