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Bacchanales (Bacchanalia). (O. Felix Isselin – 2018)
As mysteries of Dionysian rites unfold,
Ancient remnants of a decadent past Emerge again, their ethereal forms taking hold.
Drunken bodies once timid and fast
In clear hours, now float in weightlessness In a joyful, circular dance, their bodies cast.
A wooden embodiment, torpor in finesse
Punctuated by the tinkle of cups drained to the last Drop, a divine drink and its drunkenness.
This is the sacred realm of the prince of the vine,
Where dark and fruity blood mingles divine, With the feast of bodies, a banquet so fine.
