Post Techno, Berlin

written as a stream of thought after a night out, no edit.

And he came to himself to the steady

beat, beat, beat, beat, beat

of Techno.

And realised he had been doing the same move

over, over, over, over, over

again.

Like a ritual.

And it had felt so great, that first rush to the brain

boom, boom, boom, boom, boom

vibrating through his chest

And he stared at the people dancing around him

all lost in their individual ritual

he tried to catch a smile

from him, her, them,

but everyone was lost.

And he was sweating

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

down his forehead.

And he was suddenly horrified of it all

especially the

beat, beat, beat, beat, beat

of Techno.

And he staggered outside

blind in the daylight

but stroking the sun over his arms

And he could hear birds sing

chirrup, peep, twitter, whistle, chatter

And he remembered what it was,

to be alive.