Stagger After

lowered, strode she into waves
light and sound awash through the crowd
parting for her
as might have a mythical sea
in story book pages turning
horns blowing, walls falling
end times coming
in the bombardment
of strobes of circling spots
of bass and beating drums
in time to the blood pulse
a surge like the sea
under satellite thrall
crowd spinning round
she had eye of storm become
still, unbreathing
time slowing, halting
a stationary inspiralation
fossilized within the ammonite
lost in history dead to the future
enclosed, encased
under cover of song
a lost sound arisen
hers, and death’s
conquered here
powerless for the moment
held and released
rising to the stage
one, two, three
go

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