76 To Constance We are given the script and the score. We are taught how to hold our backs, How to follow the beat of the waves, How to dance on the silent sand shore. Everyone has a role in a move. We can't break from the pattern of steps. Our legs, intertwined with the air, On the sand, make the record of rules, Till the one who is writing the script Will forget what he wanted to write, With the sea of our beat in his eyes, With the sand of our words on his teeth.







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