Bodies

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.

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About optimistthepessimist

Always in transit.
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