[b]All the Rhythms[/b]
I lost myself in that moment
Or maybe,
Maybe I found myself.
Chaos is a funny thing
When everything whirls and
Everything twirls
And the fluorescent lights flicker
On and off,
On and off.
Can you feel it?
Can you taste the flow
On the go
Can you see me,
Watching you
As you jump and spin
With no rhythm
In perfect time with the madness?
It’s time to slow
When the linoleum grabs at
My toes
And threatens to pull off
My outer coating.
No longer floating.
But momentum, you know?
Once you start, there’s no stopping,
Not for all the tea in China.
You and me,
No one else.
Speaking slowly,
Quickly, frantically
Sweetly, sour
With nothing but our
Shuffling feet,
Knocking knees,
Lashing arms
Swaying heads
As music pounds in the darkened distance.
Howl, they said,
Scream it out
Choose one thing and lose it
Lose it through your waving fingers,
Lose it through your blistered toes.
No one knows
But you,
You and your heaving chest.
I lost myself in that moment
Or maybe,
Maybe I found myself.
Dance, child.
Dance as if no one was watching,
And none with be the wiser
Let the chaos take you higher,
Higher than you’ve ever been
And when at last
It stops
Breathe in the sweet musk of life
And taste the stillness.
