A Burning Man Sunrise Kinda Poem
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?
!