dancers of folly

There is always the dance
Chasing towards the light that burns
The obligatory pursuit of resonant radiance
Numbed obedience to follow the pulse
Too distracted to turn
Too blind to learn
At one with the deepening folly
Until
Caught in the sudden absence
When music ceases
When lights become obscurity
There is a final end of the dance
There is a final end to the song

La Locura