We stick to music,
march with it in our breasts
Fused around our chests
Never release the absolute
fierceness.

Music will dab our sweat
It will rustle the feathers in the heads of indolents
Take it, use it, give it back to the mind
and let the sun fry you until your lungs give out.

This day keeps stretching and stretching.  I keep gleaming.  Wow!  This day is perfect!!
Tee hee hee ha ha.