" sing a song "

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erratic movements, loud clanks and reverb in the darkness. green laser-beams and red pinhole lights sway and jerk in moments along the walls of a certain spastic geometry.

we are raucous chaotic vibration. snacks and alcohol strewn about the table. tomes of songs with the remote wrapped in plastic. tambourines & jodeci/mariah dreams. the microphone has a safety health cover on it "just in case," but just in case of what?

it's 7pm, 8pm, midnight, 1am. the night becomes a beautiful blur. this is cheaper than therapy; it is my therapy. this is my release; i am free. elvis looks on from a static portrait. he blesses us with his immortal crooked smile. the night goes from young to endless, and we ride the tunes raw until we are asked to leave.

this is poetry in motion.

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 joyful raucous screaming and shrieks and laughter and cooing are heard with crystalline clarity as they travel the invisible line of brain-reaction-throat-mouth-tongue-teeth-lips-air-ear-brain-body-soul-ether. 
 brilliant lights gleam through pinholes in a rainbow of motorized beams, flickering and flitting past our closed eyelids. 
 there is nothing like this. there are many things like this. 
 each moment is pure trajectory from weighted to anti-gravitational. our songs are heard, our spirits soar, and each one of us has a private delight made public. 
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—-

joyful raucous screaming and shrieks and laughter and cooing are heard with crystalline clarity as they travel the invisible line of brain-reaction-throat-mouth-tongue-teeth-lips-air-ear-brain-body-soul-ether.

brilliant lights gleam through pinholes in a rainbow of motorized beams, flickering and flitting past our closed eyelids.

there is nothing like this. there are many things like this.

each moment is pure trajectory from weighted to anti-gravitational. our songs are heard, our spirits soar, and each one of us has a private delight made public.

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—- 
 we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding. 
 this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces. 
 spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter. 
 after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying. 
 each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive. 
 —-

—-

we glory in our cinematic revelry. electric lights flickering in dark rooms, a screen prompt with highlighted words flashing and receding.

this is the ether. this is the ultimate, and we are ageless despite the linear existence of these musical pieces.

spilling drinks on the floor, do you want more? finding snacks on the low table, how much are we able? dancing like everyone is watching, with ceaseless abandon and laughter.

after we leave our singsong ram-shackled den, grab handfuls of free sweets at the payout counter, and take the smallest elevator down, out, and into the street, we are flying.

each moment an endless journey into a beautiful landscape, traipsing by other strangers & feeling the most alive. the most alive.

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