2007 December:

As the late hour advances
a clan bounces into the night
wearing smiles of anticipation.
An empty, faceless space beckons
it is here they will unite.

The door opens, step inside
a carnival of colors, a burst of fire
tonight we will touch
the stars, we will rise
up, ever higher.

Hugs and drugs,
toys and poi.
The walls shake,
the roof lifts, an explosion
of chemical joy.

"Last song!" says the dj,
all highs and energy expended.
The music stops, faces drop,
all would be so blissful, if
this night had never ended.

And as the weary, red eyed
revellers shuffle out the door,
there remains nothing left, nothing
besides little zip lock bags, strewn
empty ’cross the floor.