Under Woooooooooooooorld , alfafuturepeople

Mist rolls in over the far shore of the Volga at sunrise, boats sleep at anchor, beautiful, peaceful, happy in my head. Body wants to keep on dancing, ears ringing, faces smiling, shaking hands thank yous. You know when youve done something good, when even the security wants to convey their gratitude. Check all the bones, everythings still in place, the muscles, tendons, all the joints doing what they should. Off stage at 3:30am, its getting light, breakfast on cheese sandwiches, white sliced, lettuce, squeeze a couple of cheese onion Pringles in for crunch, times that by three. Mini Kitkats, a fat banana water. Laughing, dazed, did we actually just do what I think we did . These brothers, these familiar faces, my tribe, my comfort joy, pulled it offagain. And was that you I caught from the corner of an eye between buses waiting to take us to bed You in colours so different from anyone that I had to stop look again yes, it was you, just standing there, happy, exploding joy, enough to b