Jungle Beats

I succumb to the noises
all around me
throbbing,drilling
invading deep into my thoughts.

I see the the particles dancing
I feel them deep,each thrust
I've known them for a while
I live in the city.I grew up there
I know the sounds,the noises
they are all around,
close to me,a second skin.

I dance to the beat,almost primitive
flowing red,and alternating black
each step defies and celebrates
the steps taken forward-
no way back,no way to the past
all is lost.



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