You could make your soul as a stick,
and your skin thinner, and tightly drawn as a drum.
You could beat slowly at first,
till it become unintentionally a rhythm
Totally naked, we will dance in front of you.
And when the abundant sweat makes a swimmable river,
we will rescue you at the last minute
before being almost drowned.
But we’ll never be able to bring you back,
as you have been,
with an intact skin,
and invisible soul.