Waltz on 3J

Down the hall
from the quiet rhythm of bodies
breaking down,
We danced.

I thought:

Of raven-haired legionaries
practicing restraint.
                              of conquest
    beyond logic, or reason.

Of resistance breaking down;
             that slow chipping away that reverberates
and threatens the status quo.

I thought of foolishness and indecency.
                           Of life.
 And defying all i stood for.

I rejected moral implication
                                                 focused on instinct.
Shelved my mind
                            and pulled it back out again.

...I think this waltz
                   is called the mindfuck.