The beat descends on us
Spiralling like
Live wire, sparking in the air
It tingles and sends shock waves down our spines
When the sound touches the ground,
A hundred feet, no a thousand maybe more,
Jump,
Jump,
Suspended for lengths that defy time.
Then comes guitar strums
And banging drums
Our movements sync, a mass wave
That grows in volumes from left to right
Drawn out synths explode
We get low and spring back
Work up a sweat
Wait with bated breath,
And then he steps on stage.
1 comment:
I need to go to a rave like this!
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