One dances until gravity gets laid and cows devolve.

One dances so I allies with me and we is one.

One dances ballet's elocution to an end, not as an end.

One dances the union of software and hard drive.

One dances to toot toots in the privy.

One dances unflappable charlestons.

One dances out of phase for the dither of ambiguous timespeed.

One dances - the progeny of aural sex.

One dances - unless afflicted with dancer's block.

One dances - but why ever to accordions?

One dances obediently the likes of sit, heel, stay.

One dances, which though irresistible to talk about resist all talk.

One dances Poseidon's pin-up on the half shell.

One dances jingled belles that jingle all the way.

One dance impermanent inscriptions in the air.

One dances indenting space.

One dances - how the finale of why.

One dances, finally trumped by genealogy and looking like your mother.

One dances and for practical purposes the earth is flat.

One dances, which sinks it hooks in like Jezebel.