And then the belly dancer came

This one has taken many forms in its journey but remains an ever changing contrast to all that has been done and finished...

And then the belly dancer came with a whirlwind machine and pots of fire breathing smoke and writhing snakes just in case of bookworms...but the electric grasshopper said it was a bender that greeted the tune. So I said: if I walk that way will I too be a kaleidoscope well deep to go?

Yowl, yowl, came the smallness cry sharp as the mewl, the electric current is good tonight don't you think?
As the music began, the five fingered hand fell off his cushion, and Creeps the Bad-bone finally stopped talking in the shark face soup. “And under rust we sleeps,” he said.
But never mind that right now, the dharma club is finally open for misspellings in the Turkish delight, for the light-bulb that always glows, for the man from the holy bible, for Buddha and Krishna, for the kettle that always keckles, for toothless piranhas and the love grultch and deathless receipts and a bomb a day keeps the doctor away, ning-ning, very-very, chop-chop.

Boo said the crowd.
Oh they are so unkind in any dark night; never mind, here's a poem for you:
So fine a sorrow shark to be? Ah, small mind potato turnip they grow with their fake news in the digital meandering to turn the mind this way and that until all turns in their turning.
“Well we whirl the wind to sleep in a suitcase full of dreams; and I am such this that greets the sun; so how pure are we that way such to become?” Zen said this in that small meadow from far ago with not a moon up there in romance, just ten thousand stars to see, scattered all a droplets be; this space to wonder as yeah-yeah they sang a song so pure; but perhaps the thirsty fish stole the bowl of dreaming that soup we in it all to be to be they kept on singing over and over, such is their god all fall down.

Oh to fly, leave behind so impure a magnificent box full of tricks here like this full of mind so half a day a day, this bash-tight no light left, no glimmer in the Zen white face, black hair; yadda yadda-yadda.
So let this be a lesson to be learnt if nothing else can be found that when the fire has burnt down to dust or ossified into its natural state; that in heaps and bounds the scoundrel's infernal eyes stare upon it, that Delmar's Jeckle of insecurity, the mu-sticks of sunder coming right up.

Then the ghouls came to take their feed, such passion greed feeding, vampire is the dark night.
Zoop barked then whined then tail down legs bent running along broken path closed door alone. Make-shift passed through it all, succubus to pull the soul to separation; but the electric grasshopper glowed its eyes from within as the bicycle thief came to tea permanently for five minutes then turned into a fish full of shark swimming in the bowl called ghost-town, while the plastic bean-curd society was on the prowl outside.

But Ice-mice bargained up from the hit-district because all the money was gone and sold hay to the horses for fireworks in the nameless night of obscurity that some prophesy foretold that this is the way it was meant to be.
So therefore and notwithstanding this subtle piece of information the fireworks were set off in desperation under the almost full moon of redemption up there in the sky.

The four will word on the tail edge was a story some told themselves of what they could dream to get out of bed for, and although a tight selfie it was laid about them with intent and dare I say gusto.
Further to this, others were incarcerated into plans set up to defy gravity and the agreed miracles that would come from this exposition into the unknown.
A time later along the route of this and close to the top of the heap, men came from the shadows to expose and lay bare the scheming of the machine.

Great fear came to the machine then and rivets popped and steam came from the cracks, and though the cover-up was extensive, the carpet bulged too much for any more to be hidden there.
And so the threads began to unravel until a moment came when the carpet was lifted and all that had been wiped there came into the light to be known for what it was; which is when the belly dancer packed up for the night and went home...

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