the sinister submergence of self into the collective unconscious
for two minutes and thirty seven seconds.
Flailing hands drag you in,
bodies and legs and arms and elbows,
music thrashes by at faster-than-manufacturers-recommended-speed.
Keep on your feet, stay off the ground,
as Doc Martens and hard-soled combat boots crash to the floor.
Bodies heave and throw, heads roll, eyes glazed over, fists sail by too close to your teeth -
Then its over,
and they play my Name is Luca...
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