subwoofers pounding

the force is felt down in the marrow

air churns with the thickness of frozen time

arms thrashing and legs kicking

the body awakens and remembers

the primeval dance of weightlessness

and in this temple of glow sticks and flashing lights

with out stretched hands

I worship at the feet of my new gods

(who are you he asked)

who are sweating, screaming, and sobbing into the microphones

a leather-clad cross between Orpheus and the Furies

arms sway over my head like kelp

(I am one of the many)

booted feet stomp the ground defiantly

and curse gravity

offerings of sweat tickle down spinal cords

(we are Legion)

even without the use of Ecstasy

I achieve it here in this sea of flesh