Move over, please, give us enough room to dance,

you, who, unlike myself, are not the most 
sober man in the room paying chance 
tribute to spiders / the thin white duke post-
interment (2018, so two years since 
casting off from earth to stars). Let’s
Dance. To ‘If you should fall into my
arms and tremble like a flower.’ To ‘I
never did anything out of the blue.’