Electronic Ecstasy

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Not so much a poem but textual translation and descriptions of sensations one might feel or imagine when indulging entirely in electronic music.

Submitted: November 26, 2012

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A draft picks up with the rhythm’s pace

Transforming into a whirlwind with exponential haste.

Amplifying in volume until its absolute peak

Manipulating every human sense it meets.

 

Strings of bulbous illuminations coil the emptiness

Like spirals of lasers on an inverse mountain crest

Screaming under the crumbling night sky

Raining banners of stars who explode and die.

 

Tingling sparkles shimmer at the touch of your skin

While a highway of halogens slips across your brain.

A streamline of information rushing at light speed

Every detail visible up close as the particles recede.

 

Tearing through the fabrics of coherence,

The knives of notes allow no interference.

A storm of motion in a uniform displacement,

A migration of sounds arising from a single instant.

 

Segments of buzzing prancing on the back of your head

Contracting your brain as you lie in bed,

Stimulating the nerves with electric poison

Tiny muscles flail from involuntary torsion.

 

Tunnels ringing with hollow whistling

Reflecting off the rounded walls, glittering.

Shooting through sequential hologram fields

Bursting to shards to multiply without yield.

 

Embracing this ecstasy so deeply you won’t forget

Graffitied into your memory with no regret.

The sounds jump to life in monochrome ink

Drenching your senses before you can think.

 

 

Cycles of amnesia continue to grow 

With the sleepless beats of fragrant electro.

Black dreams are submerged under waves of sound,

And a momentary peace and calm is found.

 

Rainbow coloured bars shuffle on a wall

Horizontally placed to glide without stall.

Moving so fast the eye cannot keep up

Culminating to a seizure until it suddenly stops.

 

Stepping onto a transparent platform

Ripples patterns twist and deform

Reflecting emptiness from all directions

Piercing your eyes in all its perfection.

 

The bulbs of light start to intertwine,

Structure collapsing to become endless lines,

Howling like banshees as the night goes on

Advance guards for the upcoming dawn.

 

The tingling sensation does not fade away

Splashing periodically in a random spray.

The information and halogens become a blur

Blossoming into pyrotechnic fleurs.

 

Logic lies in shreds upon the floor

Coagulated reason flows no more

As the legion of blades seek to antagonize

Cutting each other to compromise.

 

Tinnitus increases gradually in amplitude

Madness becomes sanity’s only solitude

Mental architecture begins to crumble

Words only come out as mumbles

 

Deafened by the tunnel echos

Rhyming momentarily matters no more

Respite from the holograms, the lights,

The lasers, the reflections, the drugs,

And the beginning…

Restart.

 

 

Cycles of amnesia continue to grow 

With the sleepless beats of fragrant electro.

Black dreams are submerged under waves of sound,

And a momentary peace and calm is found.


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