Lights flicker and the drum sounds.
The high hat hisses aquiver
And the percussive vibrations ripple
Across the bladed fingers of grass,
Like a gyrating viper
In search of prey that moves through the clearing.
The sound serpent locates my feet
And coils itself around my form;
Activating once dormant sleeping limbs.
The bass kicks in
Arching back my spine
And my heart aligns
In synchronised break-beats –
Baboom baboom.
Whilst my head sways the melody
Like tidal sound waves
Rising and falling,
Rising and falling.
At this point I am no longer me,
But wirelessly plugged to the source,
The source of me,
The source of melody,
The source of now,
The source of eternity.
May the night never end.
My ego escorted through the backdoor
As I download the moon beams and starlight
And astral project into forever
And forever sounds like Baboom baboom.
Imojinn 