An abysmal, pulsing bass takes hold

Beating hard within my veins.

Surrounding me entirely

Belting hard within its rage.

Arising tingles from my toes,

Submerges me into the dream.

As the resonating ripple

Swiftly throws me to my knees.

I brace myself against the waves

Upon your tumultuous presence.

Arraigning professional introspection

While you attempt to pick apart my essence.

How dour the strikes of your assessments

The rhythm matches your tenacity.

It severs not the ardor of leisure

But verdure for desiderating comity.