Haze

1. The vast circles spin in spiraling octagons through a haze of nights past. The night is long; so long I can't feel my feet hitting the floor anymore. Are those clouds? I can’t tell what's here anymore. Where does the line between reality and fantasy start? The twinkling lights are a sea of stars above my head; I found my favorite; blink once and its gone. A record is being spun, so loud my body is pulsing with every beat. Never wake me; this is a never-ending boisterous night. Spinning, spinning, but never falling.