Feb 17, 2005 11:14
It slams me down like black piano keys- E minor
and it's so eerie all those sprockets you used to belt that music into your brain,
Not that it didn't keep me dancing,
I'm still spinning, right between knowing myself and knowing when the next lightning storm is going to be,
Energetic and striking,
All those brick windowpanes reflecting that calculated electic light.
Brunning, numbing, swirling,
stunned.