ramblings and things
There's a special little door
At the bottom of our street
That only can be opened
By those with dancing feet
There's an energy in the mind that
Pulls a being through hyperspace
To that ethereal destination,
Fat Sam's Dancing Place.
Fat Sam's very presence
Beams down from the wall
His holographic forms flow
Through the whole dance hall.
The first time you see him
To the human mind it seems
He is the very embodiment
Of strange fantastic dreams,
For Fat Sam is an energy formed
By merging of time and space
Crossing multiple dimensions
To host his dancing place.
And his very presence urges
Beings to take the chance
Of expiring from the energy
Of Fat Sam's enticing dance.
It's an expansion of experience
To makes the senses pulse and warm
As rhythmic movements carry a being
Back and through his shimmering form.
Sheer satisfaction
Is the only measure
the feelings of joy
The sense of total pleasure.
Fat Sam is a mystery but
One neither knows or cares
The truth of his essence,
If he is even really there:
Is it just a franchise
To inspire and entice all
To the thrill and the addiction
Of that eternal dancing hall.
But Fat Sam thrives
For dancers to meet
Out there in hyperspace
From the bottom of our street.
A Travellers` Guide To Fat Sam`s Dancing Place