The epitome of mindless existence,
the apex of living, dancing down the
street to the beat of romantic tunes
in my ears, feeling the rhythm all-con-
suming invading my being
Having a rave all by myself, enjoying
breathing as means to move forward
forgetting everything in isolated bubbles
of perfect moments strung together by
feet twisting in magical sandals
Weaving waltzes and beating marches
all over the pavement, oblivious to all
other examples of people - becoming
faceless background to my joyous
dance as a particle of light
In a glorious inner universe…
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