Apparently the rain here has made CNN, so let me just dispel the rumor that this is somehow like the Fyre Festival. Ha! Burners are no spoiled brats, they are working their butts off and helping each other and honestly not even really letting the party stop. This has been one of the craziest weeks of my life, and I produced this ode to Burning Man, which has nothing to do with science fiction but does come from the heart. Enjoy!
THE TORTURE PARTY
A savage wind full up with dust
A drum that links the earth and sky
A call to dance, A call to trust
A message clear: To live, first die
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The desert spirit calls for rain
The joy cries in defiance raised
The greatest pleasure comes with pain
The ecstasy from souls half-crazed
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Now Bacchus, prick me with your nail
Now spin my mind within my head
Now send my heart to where hearts fail
Now bring me back from nearly dead
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All seekers must a journey take
All travelers must pay the toll
All sinners must their sins forsake
All broken things must be made whole
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Before the dust permits a rest
Before that desert spirit bends
Before the passing of the test
Before the torture party ends
END
Thanks as always for reading! I will be back next week with something fun. In the meantime, viva la burn!