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"