It was a beautiful now.
A wow kind of moment.
The air, thick with thoughts and groovers,
disguised itself humidly
in the lungs of mass movers.
Vinyl folds and and vans as shacks
Whole lives carried on backs
Lovers with no future
Kids with no past
Lets writhe in crazed praise to the glorious stacks
all dedicated
never to last
We make masks into windows
in reveling we let our selfs bloom
minds sprouting beyond plumage and petals
far past all the places caressed by the moon
homes we were from once
We are people moved
Who have been tuned
hearts transfixed and gripped by the
BOOM
And we make waves
we make oceans of sweat
sweetly
as we misbehave.
We make love, and find love and mostly
we play.
Joyfully losing that real world,
it's hours and days and conventional ways,
We just drift
floating now in forever
into one another
and out the others.
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