The Spell

Pass again in those techno grooves.
Single notes pound out, then faster and
Faster until your totally wrapped up inside
The mood.
The light's change from red to blue to blinding
White then finally blackness.
This state takes you farther than reality,
That higher plan of exzistance moves to the beat,
Finding your own moves reaching climax over and over
Until the tempo changes.
Slowing down, slowing down, slowing - down.
Then a explosion of lights, sound consumes you;
Dances through you until you become angels and shed these earthly forms and become a part of the universe.
Falling under the DJ's spell of absolution.

Sept 11/99