November 09, 2009

Bacchus– A Song

Tuesday, 09 December 2008 at 22:10
The warm ashes after the ember
Distill through my soul
Butterflies rise from my thighs
Can young wine be mixed with the old

I knew I had to chastise you
For finding Yore goddess in me
Nausea overwhelmed by euphoria
Orientation lost, converse reality

I’m preparing myself for ‘ein gebrockenes Herz’
But I need to hold on to Maya, I’m not strong enough
To pawn my sense of sublime for that ethical stuff
Before I can plunge from you, from titan to Weltschmerz

You are the trophy from those fervent hours
And I the glue for a myriad of trampled glass
The perversity of the tradeoff of time
You can scarcely be mine, made to unrhyme

Cacophony waits for what euphony’s left over
I have to let go till someday of my still green clover

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