True Celebration

DJ Zach Ohms

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

is
cool shade in the desert
and dancing at night;
My soul, shrieking with delight
under the moon and stars;
The feeling of dust
kicked up by moving feet,
stirred up by glowing cars,
motorized by shaking bass;
and the flames
that shout HEY
as I, in turn, shout HEY

The burning sun
that melts my illusions away

The taste of water
that flees my body

The sleep
that knows no name

The embrace
of my new family

Men and women
erupting into flames

And this thing, too:

Crushed
is the wall that stops my soul
from being shaped, from being whole,

I’ve left my blueprints
and my tools
for these moments