Eraser

The soul grows by subtraction, not addition. - Thoreau

caught up in the sandpapered choreography of a loving waltz

a passion of obsession

a spinning, terpischorean  trapse

larger than life

bodies sway and spirits float

arms extend and souls gloat

walking barefoot over hot coals

willing to fill in all the holes

this one god of the sky

this luminous one

who guides you when you propel

his song remains ever the same

writing truth and

erasing shame

Author's Note

"He enjoys true leisure who has time to improve his soul's estate." - Thoreau