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We’ve gotta dance
no cadence called,
left, right 
to sway, 
in address. 

Leave not to chance 
that which faith
if magnified
alone, can best.

Driven, and
not specifically deific,
those in grip 
of belief,
in stride- 
melodious
benevolent
guided though not steered. 

My hands out
yours-free to join,
Ours-to lift,  
taking form 
in telling of events. 
 
If bitten,
if misconceived

-transmitting offense.

If one, or more
left aggrieved?
Postures of grace assumed 
in hope of subsequence.

If unresolved-demeanors soured,
yet the want of halt 
to discord obvious, 
it is the might
of aggregated faith
which restores an azimuth
to prominence

-congruous.