Warm Hearts

and blinking lights,

bursting with fire,

and dancing to the tunes

that their souls' desire.

.

Flow and spinning

to every sun up

and each sunset,

over the mountains

and into the edge

of the universe,

.

and holding 

everyone in it,

with love

and compassion

and joy

and triggers.

.

Triggers left and right,

beautiful distractions

and people poking each other

every day and night,

.

bumping into one other

on the dance floor,

that is their lives.

.

The people poke and

the dust blinds,

the sun crushes,

and the chafing lips

hurt.

A lot!

.

No showers,

pissy moods,

and things

not working

as they should.

.

Low reserves,

quenching thirst,

smell of sweat,

and ammonia,

and playa dust,

and our hopes and dreams,

all spiral into a dusty vortex

of growth.

.

Needs will be met,

but wants will be 

*very* ignored.

.

This revolution will

not be televised,

because TV can't handle

how important

this is. 

.

May we rise

into the deep

playa's storm

of confusion

and emerge

on the other side

dusty and

dirty and

hungry

.

for our collective yearning

.

for peace,

and love

and an improved

human condition. 

.

In the end,

all that matters is:

What will you take 

with you

beyond the

trash fence?

!

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