anorexic anti-angels sway in willow traces

tracers racing as bodies writhe with incorporeal grace

flowing faces cannot grasp names

escape so quickly in this pulsing neospace

ephemeral exorcists carry keys to kingdom

every beat of the drum is a tectonic shift

flowing outward from fingertips

brushing electric air

reverberating incandescence

an orgy of movement, (oneness)

join the fray with hopeless abandon

to dance beside pyre

is to burn in the fire

a corpulent touch, synchronous

watch a God particle melt

into impossibly small bottom quarks

That go up,up,up.

emotions discordant begin rhythmic chant

death, life, sex, joy, fear, hope, sadness all intertwine

rapture grips as heart hammers blood into mind

crowded symphony of shifting exultation

a sight worthy of Bacchus or Dionysus

to feel whole again

madly in love with neon ghosts

it’s all in the wrist as embracing widens a smile

embarking on a finite journey

over an infinite mile

so much to do, so much to see

just like Santa Claus on Christmas Eve.

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