We strike the 2/2 in staccatos

Crash cymbals alternating

While the stab of fully-laden 80’s synth

Hammers out the backbone of a beat

So unfathomably heavy,

It could reverse magnetic poles.

Watch,

As Chuck Taylors leave the ground

Hair over faces, headbanging unabated

The pulsing of our lifeblood

Taking its cue from the bellowing bass

For a moment, the irony that kiwis cling to like lichen is washed away

And we surface as one

In the unadulterated bliss these songs generate;

In flow

Bringing it down now

Back to earth

We give it death, we give it birth

A bass kick clicks

While guitars do wash

And the song itself knows its time is near

Featured image by Brian Hagen (2014): https://www.brian-hagen.com/jamming-with-the-band/