The night
The beat
The waves of color
A tunnel of kaleidoscope light
Pummeling your senses
Over and over
You can feel the rhythm
Inside you
These modern day orchestra
Of one man showmanship
Of electrical impulses
Surging and coursing through cable wires
Into your brains
A swirling seething mass of mankind
Humanity at its best
When it isn’t human
Let loose amongst themselves
Bopping their little heads up and down
You feel a carnal and tribal need to join in
The dance
The beat beckons
Join in the worship of a new god
And a new religion
Do not pray
Rejoice
God is inside you
And for this unholy communion
No, we do not drink the blood of Christ
We consume a whole new lust
In a very small package
That floats and rejuvenates
Burns the non believers
And make a believer in you and you and you
For the mass
There is a need for prayer
And without consuming
The beat cannot consume you
And what of this outsider?
Foreign
Of no religion
Of no border
Crossing and searching
For himself
Yet he knows more about everything else
He is tempted yes
He has seen the joy around him
Of induced euphoria
He joins in
Stranger to all the worship
Yet he is familiar with the joy
He dances
He is part of them
He feels the joy
He feeds from the energy
Sustenance from the music
Enthralled by the visions layed before him
Yet he is still he
Not given in
Not consumed
For he is fed by a higher force
That needs no external fuel
An eternal furnace inside him
Stone faced
As he is alone in the mass
Acknowledged
The way an itch is when it can’t be reached
That is how he feels anyway
But then again
He is nary with one with most
And so the search moves on
The a new religion
A new beat
A new dance
And you know
He will dance
On his own
Among the many
He will
On his own
Always on his own.
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