sybils and sigils

me and DIONYSUS
go way back…
to smoke filled rooms
where sacred words
were chanted
by ebony-skinned seers

temple-gods now meet averted eyes
it is by Jupiter’s touch
that slaves become masters
and masters become slaves
just like that

that reversal of fate
that cosmic justice
is why clinging is futile
and madness is sacred
in this divine comedy