Dionysus said I was a saint,
I suspected he were
speaking through a taint.
His wine consumption more than tripled mine,
and I can tell you I was feeling fine.
So fine...
Spirals catch me by the eye,
and drag me down to pieces I,
cannot replace or reconfigure.
But likely looking it does seem near,
that I will find a better dream here,
to help me chase myself on through the night.
And I confess that I am praying for a fight.
Let's fight.
Derail this and resupply,
the brain with thoughts it will oblige,
as less than fleeting more like meeting,
Jesus for the first time.
I wonder if we'll fight. |
Submission Name: Dionysus for President
