Conrad Gamble

Writer | Director

Onto the floor

Striding into a swirl,
Lights socialise with one another,
The rooms arbitrary pearls,
With yesterday to smother.

Blood ascends into waves,
It brims in that cavity,
Eternally seduced by what is craved,
A burning dance with gravity.

Here, where thoughts coagulate,
Stretching those moments.
The soul it emancipates,
As we are more than components.

Glimpsing at the ankle of why,
A million embraces your beat.
And then palms flick up to the sky,
In praise of those shuffling feet.