arqios
O Frenzied Light!
If we stretched out rumpled sheets—
O blazing sun!—opalescent shades,
Drunk on the shapes that twist and sway,
Dionysus laughs, the vines unbraid!
There on the open square, we reel,
Each step a dance, each breath a hymn,
Through thunder’s teeth, a wan smile gleams,
Unfurling flashes—stumbling, dim!
O Night! O Scourge! O Scraped and Raw!
The moonlight polishes our wounds,
Yet still we writhe, still gasp and claw—
Had we struck out? The gods exult!
In utter defeat, the frenzy blooms!