I suppose I’ve never been to one, but here’s a story of a half second trance induced love.
The dysphoric beat
is only an undertown,
a highlight to our
hearts throbbing in our chests.
The gut deep pulse
that is felt much more clearly,
like waves crashing on clifs,
than it is heard.
The lights that flash and dance
like some sort of odessy into color,
flicking and probing into us
through every pour.
It was there I found you
soulmate or rave mate,
maybe even raving mad
but my second half.
Our love only lasted as long
as the bass could keep our bodies,
riddled with countless sensory aflictions,
afloat in a Buddha trance.
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