Glass Danse

feel the vapor 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 glass danse world flickers on and the/ low end thaws your anxious body./ maybe i feel detached. i may just look to shy/ its 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 glass danse world/ flickers on because the cycle happens enough:/ a baby falls out warm. it's screaming for it's life./ an infant tries to danse as it grows up then dies./ that's simplified but uh . . . when you complexion dries./ you wake up cold and think. you wish it'd been this way.