Dancer

Dance, oh beautiful dancer, twirl, strut, and defy that which defines all of us: gravity, float, fly, with you muscular, flexible body, and tell me a story, a beautiful, tragic, heroic story. Oh, dance for me.

So, what is this fascist idea, is it a tendency in us, or is it a distorted idea based on a moment of kindness, or of succour, is it a tribal thing going arwy, bizarre, bezerk, what is this fascist idea, where do you come from.

DOM
I don't seem to be able to get a clear description flowing in my head about this...