Ceci n'est pas une pipe bomb

Look at Us. Look at us Looking at Us. Look down at us. Look up at us. We look small. We look Huge. We look like we died a long time ago. We look like we will die very soon. We look alive in song and alive in dance. We look like were dancing at our own funeral. We stopped thinking and danced into that wooden rectangle or the embracing flames. We never thought, we just fell thought it. Look at those bright moments of movement those elliptical thoughts, those transcendent thoughts. And understand this: there is no such thing as history