Lockdown is darkening but I feel like dancing.
I teach my hands cat-like reflexes, dancing,
each clockwise and anti-clockwise motion.
Blue hues twist against red, double helix dancing.
The disco squares on my palms pirouette,
following algorithms of rhythmic dancing.
My brain and my cube are devoted to
arcane secrets from Youtube, Rubik’s dancing.
As the clock-hands tick, second-hand knowledge
fills up the evenings, Zai. Quick flicks, dancing.