It starts with pupils frozen
Open wide
My body is humming
Like a machine inside
My senses are set loose
Their receptors run wild
My experience reverts
To my days as a child
My eyes behold
The bubbling floor
The depth of the room shifted
By the undulating door
The letters on the poster
Start to drip and run
The noise of a pin drop
Might be loud as a gun
While Bono sings
The walls begin to melt
The mood of the music
Is more deeply felt
You can consciously feel
Your blood as it races
While you lose awareness
Of the muscles in your face
Your stride feels as light
As a slight wisp of hair
With no energy expended
You can run anywhere
The winter air surrounds
You can feel it penetrate
But you will not get goose mounds
Only vibrate
Later my friends and I
Venture out to the fairway
In the middle of the night
To play
With a flying disc
There is seemingly no risk
To such boundless play
So imagine our fright
When a multi-legged dragon
In celestial white
Rises out of the ground
An ambiguous apparition
Sent as messenger from perdition
Making an ungodly hissing sound
With acrid, soggy breath
Signalling certain death
And causing immediate flight
Once safely ensconced
In our smoke filled room
Comes the delayed response
Of irrepressible laughter
And a tale
To tell our friends
Forever after
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