Dionysiac Dithyramb

Abandon's clay roiled, doubled what pulse

of life...in tune and out of.

Pathological music derived from music...

ecstasy--whose recompense is a sound

loss of selves.

Multiform unto archetypal gods--Dionysus 

first among, Apollo last among...eviscerated,

trophied,slathered upon these rotund

Grecian ladies and gentleman.

Hallowed names depart the incontinent 

circle, forgone the  synoptical scarlet lettering 

of name...transcendence.

Torrent upon torrent of ambrosia down the

throat...skyward runoff of chins...scribbled

down the primordial bloom of nudity.

O sylvan gathering, crowns of laurel graduate

thee from materiality...a shuddering

beauteousness--broke shafts of light clash

lovingly from luminous head to head.

Here...the extenuating circumstance of

consciousness appropriated quoad sacra.

Konstantinos Mark

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"Pathological music derived from music...
ecstasy--whose recompense is a sound
loss of selves."