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The Darkest Night

Once a year honeyed madness descendsfrom the onset of the vernal equinox,when Bacchante prevails over great minds,when generative bodies become spirit-full.Beauty and danger—living death—overpoweropen, receptive souls with kairotic momentsthat spill—above embankments, thresholds,horizons girding what is appropriate, what is moral.Maenads appear … Continue reading

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