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The red orange sand
sits calmly
beneath my feet

My back arched
over a table
My head held up
by forcefull arm

O how I miss
those nights!

Standing before
the crowd

Their eyes and ears
fixated on me
like an entranced cult

Being possessed by
the muse
the music

Dancing and singing
on fire
at their whim

Eyelids collapsed
Depriving the senses
to better
feel the sounds

Reveling
in the
roar of the amplifier

the pounding
of bass and drum

As the waves pour
into my
skull
I am left
without control

They rip through
the bloodstream
extending to the
far reaches
of blood and bone

The body responds
without remorse