Interpretive bodies dance like a conflagration Instigating the ever-reflective Hold a mirror close enough and looking past yourself Becomes A probable parody and/or parable Worth wasting time for And yet, is time ever truly wasted?? Or does every faulty attempt at discerning the all Fall into the category of ignorant stagnance Regardless of motion?? Development of the expanding intangible?? A graspable portion of eternity??