Convergence

               
               
in the end                
as in the beginning                
i wanted this                
without even knowing                 
               
to be 'that'                
               
just another                
token sacrifice for the                
forgotten gods                
soul-spoken through a marriage of sound                
bound and betrothed                
to vinyl repetitions                
spinal tapping my groove theory                
back to the future from '88                
lost in the studio off 54th                
with eye-man gloriously at the nexus                
praising abstract rhythms                
before the thumping of the speakers                
of the house                
channeling kaleidoscopes                
from the great beyond                
as the periphery became a panoramic wonder                
filled with sweat stained anatomies                
waving limbs in the air                
like underwater sea creatures                
grazing about in heavenly darkness            
orgasmic silhouettes            
moving randomly                
among alluring clouds of baby powder                
and coke-laced stogies                
in this hedonistic haven                
where testosterone peaks                
estrogen leaks                
and the spirit speaks                
in volumes..                
allowing the rapture be captured                
in chapter after chapter                
the here-after has come-before our time                
our starship enterprise has arrived my kindred...            
           
energize....                

               
Author's Note:                
an ode to House Muzik