Uprising - New Years 2007

When the music first plays
space and time twitch and
the earth stretches and curves
upwards to embrace us.
This place loves parties.
So we celebrate in the sun,
the rain, and under night skies.
On the last morning small children
make mud statues at the front
of the main zone then
plant branches upwards
in the ground to create an
en-tranced forest fertilised
by deep organic sound.
I crouch down and place
my hands on her cool
moist flanks. My
heart’s downbeat calls
to her, warm blood
flowing down arms into
the earth. Her upbeat
surges through my flesh,
ochre red.
We sing in unison
for a while, we
create our own
earth acoustic rhythm
and around us
other people dance.

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