Glass Danse World

feel the vapour pressure drop as the dark steam pours out the entrance. real cold world is swirling into a club that keeps the real life world out. where every sense seems deathly weak from the frozen time you spent in transit. the gla*s dance world flickers on and the low end thaws your anxious body maybe i feel detatched, i may just look too shy, it's a disinterest not that i'm a timid guy. i call them bodies but, they are attentive too, i feel the social glare i feel the attitude. watch as mirrors clear themselves with the breath of frigid air that eased in. made up babies all rotate as a siren spins a beam of amber. time sliced beat by beat in a row, in a club. in a line, in the city. the gla*s dance world flickers on because the cycle happens enough: a baby falls out warm, it's screaming for it's life, an infant tries to dance as it grows up then dies. that's simplified but uh. . .when your complexion dries, you wake up cold and think, you wish it'd been this way.