I hold my breath at the crest, the release and return of my body into your body into her body into a night full with the drumming of an artificial pulse, a pulse beating through and through our chests and out through the sway of limbs like seaweed caught on the current, reaching up and up and up towards the exultation of continued existence, momentary wholeness, whole, swallowed whole, we find our home in the belly of a whale, eaten by the motherdarkness, eaten, we are eaten and broken dowwwwwwndowndown into the bodies of a thousand strangers held in the sway, tribute paid, to be freed, even just for the length of a song, from the lonesome burden of individuality.