Like whales and owls they fly and collide,
unleashing the wrath
of an antediluvian beast lain dormant.
They dive into a sea of hands,
eagerly riding the waves to thunderous shores
only to return and surf once more.
A city ablaze, they refuse to heed warning and tread lightly
as they break they steady their backs against the tide of sound;
in this realm, sound is god
and those who resist are crushed
beneath the waves and washed away
In ecstasy the bodies scream and cheer-
drunk on the chaos
and the mead of music;
united, strong, and unstoppable.