Burning Men

The ritual involved A mosh pit with People shaking In waves Energy so high You couldn’t anchor A single person to Stop the crowd Autonomous in purpose To swell and move Like an ocean current Of glowsticks and paint Some sort of ancient Ritual revived itself Modern tribes moving And shaking

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Solstice

Solstice Let me grab you Arm in arm And walk you down A path sunwarm With steam clouds Rising from A dawning ground Melting the Frontal lobe In the morning During perfect cold Solstice in scorching Goosebumps Flamethrowers Brainfreeze Throattorchers Let me walk you Down a path Let us talk about An equinox A boxContinue reading “Solstice”

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