We are at Shambhala
it is 5:30 in the morning
Bass Nectar has warmed into his set along side the river
the sun is rising and slides visible slates of light
through what was heavy fog the night before
now just whisps cross the forest edges
the last glimpses of dragons breaths
pulled apart by swaying tree tops
everyone flows around each other so easily
as squeezed between fingertips
pills in the shape of needle sharp ellipses
there ain't nothin' but positivity here
all good vibes like the bass lines
love is all we know / ain't no disses
just the kinetic constant kiss of earth
against our soles and on rare occasion
the earth against our wrists
we never need to stop 'cuz every step
is a 1/10th second of a legitimate rest
we have been dancing since before the sun last rose
I laugh as I move to the dream I have chosen
the beauty here cannot be contained
so we do the only thing we know how to
so we push the air away with each sweeping limb
so as to cast any impending barricades away
the set crescendos it enraptures us
we are captured as we are released
and we are torn asunder and the beauty is free
listen . . .
close your eyes and listen with me
yeah . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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