Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 2)

Title: Ode to Memory -or- Woe to the Taker… (part 2)
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[Intro: Distant chanting, layered reverb]
Woe to them
who seek to
capture the
dawn.
Woe to them
…all.
[Verse 1: Slow, ominous rhythm]
It has been so
long.
The senses are
filled with
the triumph—
dancing in the
street.
"Escape" "Join"
"Join" "Escape"
[Bridge: Staccato and reflective]
They aren't, you
realize, as we
all shall—eventually
—the
same voice.
It is/has
always been—
a game.
[Verse 2: Tense, building pressure]
The fans of
the opposition
snarl—
No whispering
in the arena:
"Join
Join
Join"
Chanting.
Home-team fans,
fearing for the
well-being of
"our" hero:
"…Escape"
almost breathless
almost a
whisper— —
[Chorus: Emotional crescendo]
A hope, a
wish:
louder with
the force of
it all
—— in their
minds.
You've got the
"ball"…
"Join"
"Escape"
[Break: Instrumental, anxious energy]
The twin baskets
give way to
an elaborate
obstacle course
Someone, you
decide, has
too much
time on
his hands
[Verse 3: Soft spoken-tone]
… his:
women have
never been
this cruel—
Why start now?
[Bridge: Forest FX, hush of motion]
You join the
escape through
the woods:
Obstacles …
practicly ignored,
easy——
second nature.
Like giggling.
Like reaching for
your face while
flirting:
Instinct.
[Verse 4: Layered voice, dawning dread]
"Join"
"Join"
With pain you
realize the collective voice
of the opposition's
fans
—is your own.
[Bridge: Spoken with ache]
Woe to the self
who betrays
the self
publicly, vocally
and on paper.
"Escape" Still an
echo.
If you hate
yourself
What can be
the motivation
of the fan,
but murder.
[Final Verse: Intimate, theatrical]
You stare at her
and she at
you.
"Tag," says she
and touches
you — much
too lightly to be
a tag…
"you're it"
—— almost pronouncing
the words, through
the contraction.
But you love
her.
So you play with
her.
[Outro: Echoed plea]
And though you
will her to
win, you
don't throw
the game
(She will enjoy
it more for
the challenge—
if, a challenge,
you are…)
"Escape!"
You scream, clutch–
ing your ears.
[Musical interlude]
[END PART 2]
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[by r wesley edwards]

Spoken word poetry, electro experimental euro-pop; a discussion between ambient chamber & experimental about sex, female