Loosing control.

The experience lies in layers of sound.

So loud that they don’t understand.

The experience lies in friends connecting

with ideas that will not let them be.

The experience lies in turning things over

protesting in dance, in mind wanders and questions,

and answers where the question should be.

The experience lies in stretching our limbs

And jumping and bounding for hours and hours

The experience lies in daring to do it

To do what someone somewhere is desperately trying to stop

The experience lies in loosing control

The control that gave rise to the experience.

 

Note: (The irony lies lies that after your police have smashed the equipment, rough handled and bruised us, it is all made so ugly that which had resonated with such honesty beauty.)

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