They dance around in rings–[the big 2024 revision]

They dance around in rings.—
They come back to the start,
and dance harder ’round again,
believing the straight path’s their part—
to be further fuller enough-but the wind
plays them up like— a feather, so they sing

notes scatter-blown this way then that,
all in earnest it might, would seem,
never caught or touched since unreachable.
But such astonishing, kind tokens
are dropped by this dream.

She danced around for me.
She tried to mend my heart,
a kind of mending fixing neither’s. So
she tore it all cautiously apart
by wind-blown ideas I try to pause as
a weight that drags, trying to be free.

But what gates see you down a ways
a path you are not for or on
where angels walk hand in hand and whisper
the lies that then we’ll be enough?
But what is then gone?

Notes: In my poems commas indicate a normal length pause, long dashes* indicate a generous pause, and a short dash indicates a quickening of pace (or very short pause). (All these kinds of dashes indicate what I’ve written for them regardless of how they are positioned among words and lines, save maybe some having a very slight variation.)
*Here the long dashes are made with three key strokes that end up visually as one dash. Unfortunately as I write this note most/maybe all of the other posts on this site with long dashes have those dashes made with two visually fused strokes which can make them hard to distinguish from the short dashes which are made with one stroke. I might eventually edit all the posts with long dashes so that they are made with three strokes.
The bolded “me” is supposed to be underlined instead.