The night is a different kind of beast
approaching
ever so slightly
All color fades
And the air begins to change
a monotonous world
reverting at long last its order
Shifting its gravity
Identities out of hiding
And new hues adorning them
The streets, no longer a liminal space
become home
A family of strangers is all you know
as a thousand conversations unfold
and you’re in every single one of them
The air,
Faint music, smoke and glitter
have never felt so familiar.
This space is the place
where mind and body fuse
But what is this sacred world
(or nightclub, as some will profanely call it)
Without its population?
What is this family of freaks
Without a home?
They are one and the same,
We are.
Disco faces across the room
Each one a world of their own
Lights out
No bones exposed
As the beast devours us whole
And we don’t even notice.
The night is a different kind of beast
A beast that is many things.
Peacefully chaotic
Mundanely divine
A destructive transformation
Viciously tender
Until at dawn, at last
It surrenders
An illusion that is real
The truest lie
The space and its people
rise
regurgited and reset,
the beast is the night.