I am the animist inside the dancer.
Cigarette smoke for the spirits,
Sweat as my sacrifice
Pulling on the chords that bind me like a puppet to the sound
Breaking strings and mending spirits,
Rending air with empty hands.
Forcing my will in the pitch black
Just to make a walk on in your thoughts.

My heart is the bass beat that blasts rhythmically with the lights that catch in the pools of blue bombs that drop in the midst of the floor
I accept the impact naturally.
One sacrifice now
Another on its way
Feel the fade
Capture the glow.
The not so quiet; before the storm.
Eyes dilate,
Breath,
Set my footing
Grin.
Here comes the next song.