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It is sacred; the dream begins... I am a man, I am a woman, I am no one, I am everyone. At times it feels that I am not human, The raging monster begins to surface, He dies, my blood seeps into the ocean, Salt, fish, seaweed I am being pulled by the moon, The ebb and flow lulls me into timelessness, The constellations reflects on the sea. Ah... this is the realm of Butoh. Poem by Laurence Rawlins
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