∴ in a Brooklyn pier
below roaring traffic
a dance troupe emerges
painted in vibrant chalk
casting spells with limbs
defying gravity and stone confines
a narrative of chaos and order
ghostly traces
in an ecstasy of motion
brocade vignettes
now transcending
Brooklyn’s hold ∴
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