this is a night
reeling in the effects of core blasting confusion, frustration
more than need be taken on by my gentle soul,
what is the cause of this? you know, don't you
divine external structure
places music in my ear
ah, listening to the delight of a primal bass groove
it is she - the me, the only offer for my immediate gratification
this is a night
listening loud
I can't hear my mind scattering endless nonsense
my soul cries
as a fierce storm rolls off of the desert
my heart. that love, passion
is a note away, away. always away
this is a night
listening loud
it gives my body an expression
matching the movements that
I would love to place on someone
this is a night
one that causes angels to watch closely to see what humans do
this is a night
one that causes angels to watch closely to see what falls out of abandon
this is a night
one that causes angels to watch closely to see what humans create
this is a night
one that I would capture a soul like you
and I would stretch you to comply with my desires
Written on a hot night at summers end 2001
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