Fingertips

This poem opens like a round disco ball

Shiny, reflecting light in rainbow hues

In rotation, the whirling that mystics do

Like children, unbound in spinning

So joy-filled and eternal in an instant

In a dance, the whole universe dissolving

Into color and texture at the tips of fingers

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