Floating on a dream of...E
Some grimmy days
Crossed my path
Not unusual
In the present phase
Of
My
Life
Untill
I went to the big ammunition halls
At the docks
Of Amsterdam harbor
An abandoned place
Industrial Cultural heritage
As they say
A deceased weapon factory
That's what it is
On this saturday
The cold dead place
Was brought to life
In ultima forma
With extravagant laser and light shows
And a lot of dj's
Who were playing
Their sets
In the huge former working places
Which had names as:
Terminal One
The Factory
The Cathedral
This humble writer
Was one of the thousands present
And danced for 12 hours straight
Okay
I took a pill
Or two
And tranced
Or transcended
Into the divine techno beats
Which were 'intense'
My body took over the control manual
And all my mind, and senses, had to do
Was
Enjoying how it raved
How it 'made love while I danced'
Resulting in a unearthly state of mind
In which the music, the ultra lights and the weird surrounding
Went straight through me
Me?
I felt no hunger, tiredness, thirst
And kept going
For it 'all started out with an E'
It has already been days
Since I officially
Came back
From this industrial music heaven
And still
'I am floating on a dream of ecstasy'
For how much longer?
'5, 4, 3 ...'
