Rave Memories, a poem

A little short thing I wrote to some of the music and memories of 90s rave culture.

Slash of neon, cymbals crash,
Bass thunders on endless repeat.
Lit up on the last of their stash.
Crowds dance to cavernous beats.

Democratized union of motion,
One people under singular groove
Hands waving like a human ocean,
Uncaring of who disapproves.

Speakers thump as music blares,
Still more time, the beat insists,
A distillation of experience shared,
For as long as tonight exists.

Poetry by Harakhte