Outdoor
Concert
No matter the music,
they are all the same
I could just listen and watch
instead
I close my eyes
- and feel
(the music)
the heavy rhythm pulsing in my chest
- stronger from nearby speakers-- it consumes me
(the music)
the desire to move my body along with it
(the music)
the balmy night air
(the music)
the flood of triggered memories
(the music)
the music
the music
No matter the music,
they are all the same
I could just listen and watch
instead
I close my eyes
- and feel
(the music)
the heavy rhythm pulsing in my chest
- stronger from nearby speakers-- it consumes me
(the music)
the desire to move my body along with it
(the music)
the balmy night air
(the music)
the flood of triggered memories
(the music)
the music
the music
**06.09.13
**May 27, 2012 (The Haiku Wednesday Fiasco)
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