the one who led you on into the night following a musical call—we poured our hearts out into the charge of the air—gave up the separations & intellectual positions & walls of reserve—it melted at the pitch & we all went with it—there was no right or wrong—no individuals, just waterfalls of roaring sound—a surrender to the light & the rumble of quick silver, mercury, molten steel, red elastic, death defeated just for a while, lost the voice talking to me now its drained out—these were the moments we chased—loud electric rock & roll—a mess—no concise message but a big fat head & mouth—rewarded by the love & charm of the crowd—they crushed together too, in the heat, the jostling, the tight contact of bodies—nothing reserved nothing hidden—& the music hit moments where it seemed to create itself—spring out of there with new power—I’d always hold a little back—style in these moments—the jacket shed     the hair      sweaty & messed  the roar of guitar feedback  & drum rolls      Dionysius—God against death—the poison the trance the escape—