Bounty Beats (Poem Remix)

You can see the sound shake the walls,
Dance music and booty calls.
Expanding in this space,
We move with it,
We chase.
We are the slave,
To drum and bass.
Writhing bodies fill the floor,
You are not who you were before.

A rising urge we can’t control,
Flashing lights will fill the soul.
Every room has a heart,
There’s chaos here,
And art.
So with the dawn,
We shall depart.
But not now as moon is high,
And all of us have time to die.

The beat moves our heartbeats faster,
We are slaves to this master.
A beat inside a chest,
First ebb then flow,
Then rest.
Hold tight to this,
We are obsessed.
Kissing with a thousand tongues,
And breathing with a thousand lungs.

Now as the moon has done its shift,
Inky black will start to lift.
Some of us begin to go,
Sun in the sky,
We slow.
And wish for what,
We’ll never know.
But struck down in morning light,
Reality erased that night.

Inside a refuge we had found,
We were makers of the sound.
Bodies pushed in tribal beats,
Out in the town,
The streets.
Tomorrow comes,
So this repeats.
On and on til days are done,
And age may strip us of our fun.