My fear of too much pleasure

Passing through the concrete of home,
lies an introduction
to a completely foreign sound.

Remote beats, odd utterances,
distant yet connected.
An exact fit
expressed by unknown men.

I push the plastic further into my ears,
the inner drums swallowing the drumming.

I inhale and start to sprint,
listening to the sounds and not my exhaustion.
The only response to overwhelming joy
is to weaken my body.

I push myself away from beauty
because ecstasy has no place here.