THE FACE OF THIRTY TREE:
A driving day, a day of friends, showered in beats & grooves.
Big open skies, blacktop cleared for action lined in luscious greens.
Machines sing animal song in voices deep & throaty, electric thrill &
wires connected, black & thick into holes & generators growling tucked
away discretely, power brilliant coffee machines, thick black
stimulation driving the rhythm nation.
Everything moves faster than the last time, than it’s ever, on the
outside of the bubble. No trouble, cameras, no blue lights flashing,
no broken bones or rules or fools – No threat to anyone – No dark.
Driving alone at the end of the day, just me & the radio, channel
surfing. Hardbeats & revs vibrating in the bone like a toned muscle
tuning fork behind the wheel – how does it feel? Channel surfing still,
hunting soulfood, here it comes:
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Are something felt?