(for Troy and the Superhighway)

Summoned from sleep
We have arrived
Supernovas in our eyes
Skating down purple lightning
The scroll of the sky unrolls and we read out our names written in fire
The outsiders flee as new stars define the constellation of Boom
Vinyl platters cut the night, bringing back the mother tongue
Shouting the lullaby of candy light
Swimming through the floor to our secret grotto of noise
Shadows break through the light and twist
We are the shadows
We are the light
If you could see with the eyes of the velvet butterfly
Eyes on each wing, always seeking the sky
Forever in motion
You could see us
Our sweat fills the fountain
Drink – it is sweet – it is life
Our bread is bass
Our wine is light
And the bass comes like a comet
We grab its tail and ride
And the bass comes like the trumpet of war
Our dance is a battle to save our childhood
The bass blows out from our bellies
Swelling out the walls
Unlocking doors
We blur through each other
We melt into the sky
And rain down on upturned faces
And the bass comes like a herd of psychedelic llamas
Blowing us to the floor
And the bass comes like a carpet ten feet deep
We drown, laughing
We are an avalanche of purple
Rushing up the walls
Painting a mad mural, a phantom landscape of electronic ghosts
We know the taste of every color
We know the name of every star
We know the shape of every note
But we do not know peace
The bass won’t let the children sleep
No, we do not know peace
Not yet