pretty, petty pirouette

I am reconstituting the band. Be afraid. I know my cats have already gone into hiding. Here's a slice of a lyric we're playing with.
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take me to your temple and leave me at the gates
I'll slide inside, against the pride that challenges the fates.
pressing to the edges, bending to the will,
this time the prime of coward's crime will not lay silent, still.

you think this heat is bittersweet? I'll teach you what is left
when the midnight sun will burn and run from what kindles from the cleft.
fire from desire, sweat without regret,
this steel is real and all you'll feel in pretty, petty pirouette.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

Yes, it is exactly what you think it's about.