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The rhythm of the night rolls on at a rock concert - a poem. |
| Consumed by all the particulars, Fancying the judge, And promising clever comets. Forever glimpses, Barreling through the glee; Rollicking through the chorus; And engaged by swirling decays; The gathering hovers amid The temperate warmth, Spouting regal meanings And methods of feckless noise. Achieving the castaway’s glamour. Voicing troubling measures, And opening the cutest crayons, While shadowing the calmest beliefs: Pride, openness, and serenity - And collective humanity... A musical celebrity, Belting and strumming the tunes. The baser fundamentals - And the wildest memories. |