Broken is the silence, thus I stride with
Enthusiastic ecstasy, in order to re-join my folk: the
Eager cattle, drinking from their little troughs;
Resplendently partaking; in postponed festivity.
Granted, this rejoicing is a beautiful thing, though
All who consider themselves to be an offspring of
Ravenous Dionysus, make sure not to spoil, and to not
Deface, for the viral invisible smog unfortunately, still
Exists, thus please do not make it a “fear garden”, as
Nothingness; may well become the order of the day.