Plunging through a forest of wings.
Every breath of air, every shadow, every muscle,
the glass, the blood, the apparitions;
All saturated deep in the ground water of noise,
suspended, enveloped and permeated,
by the volumes of bass and lead.
The old bricks of the arch, reverberating with remembrance.
Bruises and stage dives,
kicked in the head and flung to the wall.
Temperatures soaring and sweat pouring.
Mashed in the human melee.
Fears exposed by their masks.
Death overwhelmed by life's fragility.
Buried in the depths of the underworld.