Lyrics contain poetry
We know this; listen
But underneath the words
The heartbeat
That’s the shit I live for
If my body can’t help but move
Love’s gonna find me again
Dancing in that studio
The night hot, alive
A heaving breathing thing
Sweat dripping down my back
To
Magenta neon blue
– Sara Myriad
Note: Today I saw something that suggested reframing the way I create and find pleasure. One of the ideas was to dabble in different mediums, or use a medium I already like to talk about something new. I loved the idea of picking a new subject for a poem, and immediately thought of all the synthwave that’s found its way into my music rotation. Typically a metal fan, I’ve fallen hard for the retro 80s feel. And of course, it’s perfect for dancing.
