Maybe Before You Die, It's

They Didn’t Get Me, I Should Have Said. They Saved Me.

There Is Only What You Want And What Happens. There Is Only Grabbing On And Holding Tight In The Darkness.

You Came Form Different Starts And You'll Come To Different Ends.

Time Becomes A Stutter-the Space Between Drumbeats, Splintered Into Fragments, And Also Endlessly Long, As Long As Soaring Guitar Notes That Melt Into One Another, As Full As The Dark Mass Of Bodies Around Me. I Feel Like The Air Downstairs Has Gone To Liquid, To Sweat And Smell And Sound, And I Have Broken Apart In It. I Am Wave: I Am Pulled Into The Everything. I Am Energy And Noise And A Heartbeat Going Boom, Boom, Boom, Echoing The Drums.

There Is So Much Fragility In Kissing, In Other People: It Is All Glass.