The Dance Floor

It is interesting to watch the rage of the dance floor. The organized chaos swirling about. Dancers careening around the floor, yet constantly aware of each other. Sensing the others presence on the floor they move in unison crying out with rage and anger unleashing it to the sounds of a booming bass. They become one with their primal nature; at once beasts and civilized creatures. Enjoying the excesses of each. Craving the lick of sweet sin upon their flesh. Drawing their souls into the flames of passion, creativity and life. The undulating rhythm moving through them all; connecting; unifying; Beyond social standing, beyond work and beyond race. They surrender themselves to the ever moving, ever changing beat and become one. Lifted beyond their corporeal form. A creature of energy, mind and soul. Alive. Together.