you own the night

it bows and bends to your will

letting light pour in and scream out your prism

colors not yet visible to the human eye

they stream and you flow

tight

like the skirts on chelsea

like sequins on the sun

you click your heels and turn the other cheek

cause they know not what they do

you’ll part the sea

not for an exodus

but for an entrance

bright lights and bleachers

stadiums of swirling flesh and flash

rising and falling like an eq

catching each syllable and sound

and your breath

like a rain that leaves you wet without a drop

a beat

a flash

and fame