They stood outside, attempting to get past
each other in the knot of people
down the street. They played techno music
where the bass throbs your heart
pulsing like an alarm. Almost right, then,
that their alarm was coming up soon.
They stood outside, believing the future was
theirs, which was better than admitting
they were only electrons relative to the Earth.
They cheered with their beer and danced as much
as they could, for ten minutes free of pain.
Personally I prefer New Year's at home, because I'm not one to endlessly celebrate. Yet when you're on A Holiday, it's somewhat impossible to do that.
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