search lights

i saw the oscillating beams of translucent light by the train station. it belonged to some sort of mexican market. above all else, it was beautiful. the rampant explosion of mariachi hit my ears as i passed by. the parking lot was filled with cars, they were a sea of believers in the church of the cheaper dollar. the search lights spun in a strange fashion, as if they were signaling an attack. perhaps we would all be struck down by foreign invaders. perhaps a signal to the lost souls who have drifted away on their ascension from life. they are shone a way to the heavens, and they have traveling music.