the lost weekend

the lost weekend

Glowing lights disrupt the darkness both inside and out

Led by

A flowing mass

Singing, showing what we really are and what we’re about

There’s no such thing as individual here

Or indifference

No, this is the reality that lies underneath.

Behind the suits, behind the slogans; behind the propaganda, behind the fear.

Underneath, yes, but present. Now at the surface.

Revealing itself for a transient, transcendental moment

Yielding wholly to nature…. Then burying it down, hiding it away, until the next lost weekend.


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