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plastic granite table filled with phat beats

ridge around the edge

cut up yourself up

when you bump and try to fill this

feast of plenty

feast of a thousand songs

playing in plentiful unison

heartbreaking to soulful whisperers in the dark

in the darkness you look better

you can see you

how a book of matches keeps you level

you can see how you support the flashing lights

grumbling motors from faraway streets

yes, inside the bottom of a blue lit cavern

and below you behind a makeshift skirt

hidden treasures abound from journeys near and distant

hours spent enlisting, refining, the dusty discs

spin on the platters two at a time

transcendent sounds

banquet of healing

you take us to another space

simple as you are

we will spill on you

laugh, holding each other til dawn

dance by your side

bass makes you shake

fold you up and snap your legs back into place

you a lightweight so we just

hang out by the wall until the invited come again

and we decide the menu

all night 

sweat

room full of magenta purple 

bright light pans every corner

tiny moving reflections circle the room

expanding into points warped by their orbits

and 90s house beat

vibrating basslines that carry us across

warm mid levels

with synthetic piano 

dancing shadows move in a small room

crowded 

empty

each one alone even in the of warmth of togetherness 

while the beat goes on

singer calls over the anthem something we can all relate to

but the joy is personal 

we hold it in

don’t express it except through

constant movement 

as the music builds

beat gets thick

basslines so heavy that it would be impossible not to move

filling every corner

every cell

every thing

even the floor

the light

imbued with sound 

that becomes the bodies

becomes the space 

becomes each movement

burning strong

the beads rolling down sides of faces 

until eyes begin to realize where they are

music transforms

a gust of air spreads love

relief

and then the people dance not too the music

not just to the music

but the moment of connection 

when eyes are seen

hands are felt

smiles are revealed

the special effects of lunar journeys 

there’s one sure fire way to get to the moon

she said to me

the invisible ladder

trail of blinking lights

go on

to a syncopated beat

that only a few can feel

those beats are dirty! 

is what they say to me

only the voices in my head call me crazy though

pure spirit

pure fire

put into words

breathed over the air

traveling backwards

stumbling

and into clay shaped and smoothed by water

ladder to the moon isn’t the only invisible way 

star children grownup and forming a dance troupe

with me 

we drift up into the light

hands outstretched 

movements coordinated

only the nonsense of a lunatic 

what makes the moon tick?

face of a clock 

winding it’s hands backwards

until the moment when time is nothing

time is nothing to many beings we can’t see

doesn’t make it less true

my spatial dimensions only matter to those that can’t see

shimmering brilliance

and so yet another dance to the moon

who welcomes us 

who loves that crazy talk

just chuckle to yourself

and make the words spin

transmission

dark room with bright pink lights

and little blue ones from the bits of mirror spins out

like your floating

red glow dots drift around the room 

fade into ovals stretched along the wall

and we all know that the synth bass is so rich

sometimes hard to take

bright light in the corner 

is for looking up the next track

shiny black vinyl 

needle cued up

new beat ready to go

fancy one strutting through

all the sidelines focused on the flash

but when you glitter and shine

all you need is space

like back in the old days

they used to get these girls to dance

yes, even the ancient ones

because that’s the way the future’s told 

when you enter another consciousness

if you’re the girl you already know that sometimes when you dance

you are transported

so when you’re on another planet 

in a different realm 

different club

different time

different room

it’s all the same 

seen through rainbow vision

all the colors and times blend together

it’s a conversation with the music

is what she’d say

all the girls 

if you asked them

so

what is there left but all there is

light 

and continuous sound

and the shapes that decorate the wall 

until we’re all decorating the wall

and it’s another night

and another song

and another transport

goodbye, see you later

only to realize the two seconds you were gone

was a lifetime

was a minute

was an hour and a half

sound becomes destorted the more you turn

but you know where you need to look

and the bead of sweat on your forehead rolls down

it’s when you open your eyes

looking to the ground

that you realize where you are

calm as day as night

walk back 

so calm

so confident 

so poised

disappear to the back

to outside

to the fog

until summoned again

by the great dj gods and goddesses to throw down on the dance floor

lift us to another plane

show us something else!

tonight, that’s all we want

and when that song comes on

sound machine

radiating music out to the world

straight to the bottom of the ocean 

creates this ripple effect 

you can see it move in slow motion

or backwards

never know where you’re going

but it’s bouncy

it bends and tests your balance

as the bass goes down 

and when you find the right note to hold

it’s an allnighter

music sends you this message

that no other can

right moment right time

giving you something

and the clap

steady beat steady

no need to to rush 

when we can just keep time

take our time

listening 

into the groove

and keeps on 

keeps on

saturating walls with sound

music says

feel me

and we say ok

music goes through everything 

you see

or can you?

see music?

like hear a note 

as you look with your eyes

across an empty dance hall

or if it was a small room with flashing lights

or if it was solo time 

listening 

with headphones on

but if all the world could hear

if all the world could hear

and they’d go

yes! i know this song…

and then we celebrate 

we dance

we dance

silently 

and yet with joy 

we dance

when we all know the song

one on one

one on one 

at play is

fear

competition

a dance sometimes

creativity

connection

understanding

self-discovery

awareness

defense

strategy

a way in

a way out

one on one

there are two

and so many things are at play

will you hold your breath?

will you hit as hard as you can?

will i get hurt?

will i question my ability?

will i find a way to move in a direction i don’t usually move

which way will i move?

at what point will the other go

ohh i get it

will there be an opening?

will i be able to touch it?

two

one and one

and somehow i feel so much lighter than before

is there a way that this could be healing?

that it could stop violence in its tracks?

is there a way to quell escalation?

to make a decision in every moment

to read each moment and what will end it

what will be taken enthusiastically

what revalation will come 

from 

two combined

by one on one

let me set the record straight

you are not too big

you are not too old 

you are not too much
you are not too little

you are not alone

you are not helpless
you have a voice

you are strong

you have power
you don’t have to get everything right

you don’t need to apologize

you don’t need to hide
you are intelligent

you are full of promise

you are capable
there’s no such thing as the perfect size

the perfect shape

the perfect color

the perfect way of talking

the perfect way of living

the perfect way of being
you are wise beyond your years

you see a world as an empty canvas

you know what to do
you are not the misunderstanding they’d put on you

you are not what you fear 

you are not crazy
you don’t need to fight them

you don’t need to control

you don’t need to hold on
you can do what you like

you can like what you like

you can enjoy what you like
and you can share what you love

with everyone

because you are strong

because you have heart 

because you are you

song selector 

i play the music and select the songs

there’s a crate next to me and it contains every emotion i plan to hit this evening

out of all the songs on all the albums

art within art of pairing the right song with the right moment

out of all the songs on all the albums

spinning lights within the darkness 

cacophony and voices and bodies colliding with one another in this space

out of all the songs on all the albums

contains the one

contains the images 

voice

imagination

sound 

and tone

for right now

see the dj controls the strings

so they say

but the dj lets the mood happen

and heightens the intensity

so that when you listen

when you dance

when you feel your body must move

must talk

must act

the dj okay

here’s the next song

you remember this?

if you didn’t, now you do…