Tech
Trance
the concepts of trance
let alone with dance
beatmaker
halucinogenetic mases
circle the fire breathers
gasoline oil
rack
with a famous track
clap and dance
but don’t prance
the glance from the others
to all my brothers
sisters funny and rejoicing
and in the end not funny
rabbit
habit
smoke encompases the arena
screams and whistles
hyper so high
black venom
from the eclipsed python
ride on and fly
get high and rise
till late night
hear the bas
racing through your ornament
ears loud
lounge
sit down take a deep breath
and notice what is best
take a rest
then it hits you and that’s it
you feel the rhythm and your legs dead and awake
till another day breaks
Written tonuhalan/4/4/06/Tue
Copyright © Sean Mcmahon | Year Posted 2006
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