B. D. Partay

when i break dance party,
it's like a buncha noises i can't really pronounce.
fluid, naturally taking place
like a cheetah chasing something
(in time)
in space; there is no sound to speak of.
where I break dance party,
it's like a buncha noises I can't really pronounce.

fluid naturally,
I like to juxtapose things.
like a cheetah's thoughts on prey
and the pace of my own appetite,
it leaves me speechless - and still thinking.
(of the chase)
how quickly things can happen
in a way I could never understand.

juxtaposing in a vacuum,
it's not everything,
we are music...
however,
there is no sound in space.

but there is light,
there is thought.
(there is human transcendence)
and the domesticated cat.

(in a spacesuit)