There are furnaces not of our making. There are furnaces we create. Through them all one thing is certain. We dance. We dance upon the fiery stones, fluid, sometimes violent and with abandon.
We dance.
Our king rejoices.
The scepter is offered to His one true love.
We bow.
We weep.
We become even more than we could have imagined.
We remember.
-Alicia Gamez