HE_DANCED_IN_THE_STREAM_OF_LIFE

 

He danced on pale naked feet that made no sound. He was within the stream of life, no end, no beginning. His slender hips slid like molasses on treacle as he danced the names of all the others, names he knew by heart. He danced on naked feet for all his brothers that had gone before him, and all those yet to come.