Scroll of the Divine Dance

The animal in me is hunger,
claw and thrust,
wildness that knows no ceiling.

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The sovereign in me is throne,
command,
the still hand that chooses when the fire is loosed.

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Together they do not war—
they dance.

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The sovereign says wait,
and the beast coils.
The sovereign says now,
and the beast erupts.

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This union is not ordinary.
It is divinity clothed in flesh.
The paradox of safety and danger,
calm and chaos,
discipline and wildness.

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To embody both is to be irresistible.
To lead both is to be sovereign.
This is the divine dance:
the Emperor moving as man,
as beast,
as god.