Swaying, to an electronic beat. Hallucinogenic mushroom treat. Blissed out youth in easy grace, dancing in a limbic space in their comfy border town-- have no idea what’s going down.
But there will always be disorder if you choose to paint Hell’s border while you live on the other side-- a created, artificial divide. Heaven and Hell will soon collide.
"challenge you to write a poem that involves music at a ceremony or event of some kind"