In the Cow Palace 1974, the lobby spun, 
Floor swirled, pulsed, anticipation begun, 
Owsley Orange barrel  coming on
The Wall of Sound waited for us all
Waves of fervor surged, pushing tight, 
Against the exit doors, 
our path in sight.

An unseen hand moved the mindful throng, 
Guiding us where echoes once belonged, 
Into a space where grandeur sprawled, 

The Wall of Sound began, 
enthralled us
A Dark Star fell from the Carousel's might, 
A ballroom lost in years of shimmering light,
Ears and eyes, ensnared in the dream, 
No exit sign, no final scheme
Third eye blinking …

Hypnotic whirl, a spectral tease, 
Assured us of the mystic's ease, 
In that shaman’s realm 
where the soul's embrace, 
It took us deep,
 lost in grace.
Together
 
We all remember 

Sept 12 2024 – SGL Brunswick, ME