I find solidarity in the quietness of loud music.
Feed my soul, clarity of my mind, body moving to the depths of the beat. Not the tinker of the beat that the masses hear.
The beat your soul hears.
That beat that sends the feels of all your senses to move and quiver and shake. An underlying rhythm.
Crumbed to dust when held
A smooth place
Take me to the finish line
Can you feel it? Hear it?
Turn it up!