Monday, 17 January 2011

Trapped.

There was this stranger who came into our town

He was dark, and tall, and had eyes that could look right down into the bottom of your soul

One evening, he got us all together in the big audiotorium.
The only light was on him.

We were in the dark.

We were caught up in somthing we didn't understand
As he slowly moved us with his chant
Into insistence savage throbbing crescendos of ecstacy.

Whatever it was, it was magic.

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