In Flames

inspired by Nick Flynn's poem Salt

A crowd of people before me    Anders exhaling words

 

He screams   what I come to realize with every little glimpse you fade

 

The guitarist in heaven’s glow    his hand shreds strings like old documents

 

Red, blue    lights swirling    upon foreheads

 

Necks will be sore tomorrow   banging and singing

 

Locked in on the intensity of Sweden’s finest

 

Dreads fly like Medusa’s snake-filled scalp

 

I was told that I could fly least expected, cloud connected

 

Bass pounding    rumbles bone structures   my skull vertically travels

 

The microphone disappears    The vocalist collapses drowning the sound

 

The ocean of black waves roars for more

 

The waters part    everyone   in sync with the beat

 

Picking body after body off the ground

 

Ending and beginning, creation after creation

 

The break begins    a new song

 

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