Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

like a Dionysian weaver of ego
you march in immortal chaos,
your pickled irises have lost their brilliance
and that once fierce courage that turned so many gears

has rusted..... that orchestration
that insisted they mesh, is running through town
like the village idiot,
no Orphic trumpets announce your coming

the constellations are worried and tired
the galaxies are disappointed in your decisions
the planets cry for what could have been
and you can only marvel in the beauty of your perfect brain

excellent piece
how i love the
'like the village idiot,
no Orphic trumpets announce your coming'

alas, not everyone gets Orphic trumpets

thanx a lot judih...glad it struck a chord