all the skeleta dansing
dansing in their skin shells again
in a world burning to the ground
stubbing their durry minds in
that ash bowl of hell they once called eden
would that you’d been a part of this
or would you have, given such souls
them resolute that turned their backs
on curiosity & knowing
three cheers to the danse
the pleasing aroma of reason charring
to the snuff of nothing above the clouds
all the skeleta dansing
a descent into backwards heights
the danse of flurried minds tonight
we’ll exist should they allow it
but don’t hold your breath
their masks full with empty fool heads
all hail the bliss of dullening
to themselves be the glory
to mine own the lost othered story
three cheers to the danse
the macabre aroma of reason charring
good that you’d not been part of this
in a garden of dimming lights & lost delights
how do they not concede the signs
all pointing away from their vaunted heaven
now, one more time
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 
I think I may be one of the “empty fool heads”???
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The fact that you even ask this question would suggest that you are not one of the ’empty fool heads’. It feels to me that only those who lack self awareness could truly be considered such!
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My head feels a bit empty at the moment though, keep up the great work sir
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Thank you very much. You’re very kind!
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I’m reminded of the danse macabre
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That’s definitely one thread of this, Crispina, so I’m very pleased that this came through! 😊
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Um, you did use those words 🧐🙂
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You’re right. I did! Aren’t I a silly billy! 😁😆
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