this dancing has no expiration date - glamor does not deteroriate -
barren choices see no future, so, live in the present.
forget how our feet are swelling, dose, snuff and sweat -
cheap knockoffs off elation in one condensed pill.
bopping heads, increased heart rate, flailing our arms ambigously,
as if these moments were our last, we drown in reverberant beats.
consonant vocals or clamorous broken sounds, whatever resonates -
and this causes us to sway and it intensifies, echoing in vast spaces.
keep on dancing, gyrating to feel these brief moments.