A poem about People at the Festival

The Epitome

Heat oozes from our skin

flesh touching flesh and theres

immediate fire and awe

what peculiarity do we hold

quickly all inquisition is gone

we all hop into a blender

ingredients: you, me, sweat,

the night and sunrise .

But those are just the basics

Because you & I along with those we love

create a blood bath of iridescence

including laughter dance and vibration

so massing together the epitome dives

so deep into this iridescent pool

all awareness of it is vanished

A bubble protects us from all existence

we breathe into where we are