The Dark Space
Hard music
Dazzling Stroboscopic lights
Sweaty people, Inward-facing
I am wrong, Feel wrong
Pushed
Across drunk people
Strutting with Themselves
Isolated without Smiles
There
Through the Billowing sea
A Smiling Lighthouse
An Open Enticing Laugh of light
Glittering waves
A Smell of Salty water
And I fell
I fell, Into the blue
To that Balefire
Abruptly Understanding
The Beam
Wasn't meant to Grasp Me
The Other
Scooped me Away
I fled
Like a tomato
Shoved me
Through Bibulous people
At the Tinsel Sea
Not now
Definitely not Now
Snicker
And there
The black Hole
Away
To the cold
Liberating air
Home
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