Dance made of running and spinning

Light made to fall just as it does

white first, angles, caught in the haze

made by the smoke machine until 

the dancer moves, bald, muscled, small

runs forward and back, makes eights

with his arms, skips, never rests, sweats

spins, spins for minutes arms outstretched

as the light turns green, violet, red

He lays on the floor, head pillowed

by arms, still the dance, not the end

He did need a rest I guess

I wonder what will happen next

Doesn't matter - runs, spins, makes eights

body moving or at rest - captivates