Last night I dreamed I was writing
A libretto for a one-act opera about
The Buddha and a ballerina
Who get trapped in a subway car
Alone in the middle of the night
Where the Buddha in long arias
Pleads with her to teach him to dance
On point in pirouettes and leaps
All the while refusing to move
While the dancer a young countertenor
Exhausted just wants to meditate
On past performances as the swan
Gliding over the peace he radiates
And in the final duet as the music soars
Climbing up she falls asleep in his arms
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