to gather in darkness

Today words began to gather in my head, the words from songs. To be specific, three disco songs. They are what captures the allure of these songs, and the sublimity of disco. For on the dance floor, it is an expression of pleasure, or surrender to one's body, hurtling towards someone unknown space, and thus why there are so many disco songs set in or evocative of space. In space, our identity is permeable, and we play with death.

"Music takes me where I want to be"
Musique, "Keep on 'Jumpin'"

"And if it wasn't for the music I don't know what I'd do"
Indeep, "Last Night a DJ Saved My Life"

and of course, the first rule for listening to such dance music,

"First step, forget where you are, next step, forget who you are"
Noel, "Dancing is Dangerous"

Dancing in a discotheque, you can forget who you are for only a lapse of moments, and you become as transitory as the strains of the track. We can be who we want to be, in our embraces, in our movements. It is the fervor of the momentary rendered eternal. It is for these brief moments that I breathe.