I listened to, through the two conch shells
Pressed to my ear, like a headphone,
The roar of the sea of people.
I opened my mouth, goldfish to the surface, and
No sound, or bubbles, came out
Except for the crowd screaming the lyrics to the songs, artificial
And far
Away, all around, l cannot talk over it
Even when I yell the lyrics I knew,
Others had taken them, I was left mouthing
The echoes of the crowd.
Closed my eyes, felt the ground
Tremble, the rhythm of frantic head-banging,
And my feet are on another planet, where the atmosphere is
Whining electric guitar and
Thundering drums. The ceiling
Disappeared under the pandemonium of flashing
Falling stage lights, I had to cringe, shield my eyes from
Shards of the ceiling debris. I could barely
Look at the searchlights, roving above the
Tossing sea, finding those drowning, like me, and
My waving joined the frenzy, perhaps mistaken for the
Bobbing waves around me. It sounded like water got in my
Ears and I am going deaf. Everyone here is drowning
But unaware, until they turn into corpses strapped in
Life vests kept
Afloat, like message in a bottle, seeking salvation
In a distant, paradoxical land of
Intimacy.
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