The dancers

I explore with them how to die and they don't yet see it.

I say, "now, go between her legs and come out as what?"  each time a new mask is used upon the "rebirth", a mask, a flower, an animal  what do you let go off?

I say do this rite of passage three times.  The last time you pass through her legs no mask just emerge with your naked face..

They do it. They are quiet.

They are young. Beautiful.  They are happy to be seen as they construct more images of themselves in front of the dance floor mirror.....

Yet I vanish in this