dance on the grass in time with the synth;
bend your fluid joints and savor the swell
that surges through you. a ripple, a wave,
a current flooding your senses, a buzz
pumping your nerves with uncut ecstasy.

you are now a sun shining. you are a flame
sent outward, warming your fellow dancers
as they warm you with the flurry of their feet.
don’t you love how the synth glitters as it bends,
how the bass both shakes and embraces you?

intuit the sparkles that crown your ambition
and bask in that constellation, for it is yours.
luxuriate in the galactic swirl that thrums through
you and them and everyone else, whether they
feel it or not. you feel it now as you dance

to the burning, glimmering synth, to the rhythm
of the stars, to the bass of every heartbeat.

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Alex Weilhammer graduated from DePauw University, and he received his MFA from The New School. He has published fiction in Stat(o)rec, poetry in Spiritus Mundi Review, an interview with Sidik Fofana in Teachers & Writers Magazine, and journalism in the Sarasota Herald-Tribune and the Indianapolis Star. He also has a piece of fiction forthcoming in Of Rust and Glass. He lives in Indianapolis with his wife, cat, and dog, and he is a middle school English teacher