Leaning on that granite wall
that sacred place
where the town folk once were blessed
and rested.
Techno beats entwined with thoughts............
and I'm lost again.
Lost to the music
lost to myself
and to a reality that never really was,
never likely to be.
A place to dance
a place to see.
Those colours when I closed my eyes......
what was contained in those fracturing patterns and shapes
as they sluiced and mingled together.
In every mind present
but different in those minds eyes.
Eyes that never sleep
the ones that brings us sweet release.
Observing and revealing all in turns
the mix the Dj's spinning
it burns,man it burns.
Mar 17, 2014
Mar 17, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
Leaning on that granite wall
that sacred place
where the town folk once were blessed
and rested.
Techno beats entwined with thoughts............
and I'm lost again.
Lost to the music
lost to myself
and to a reality that never really was,
never likely to be.
A place to dance
a place to see.
Those colours when I closed my eyes......
what was contained in those fracturing patterns and shapes
as they sluiced and mingled together.
In every mind present
but different in those minds eyes.
Eyes that never sleep
the ones that brings us sweet release.
Observing and revealing all in turns
the mix the Dj's spinning
it burns,man it burns.
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