Don't You Remember Me?
I have wailed with you amid the Dionysian revel,the frenzied passion of the pyre of ecstatic wisdom,
danced to the flute with ivy crowned marathon maenads,
drank the sweet wine from the never empty kantharos,
tranced to tamborines and tasted thyrsus honey.
Still of the crowd would I be twas not for a flower,
brute truth be told I stand yet at seduction's edge,
snaked twixt the wild Erisian chaos of nature's children
and the mystic fennel fire of Harmonian madness.
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