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I have heard the call of Dionysos late at night,
as the blood echoed in my ears like wine sloshing against
the rim of a drinking cup,
and my feet ached to dance the ancient dances in the
shadow-haunted hills.
In that moment I felt myself immense,
kin to the fiery stars dancing in the vaulted halls of
heaven,
and the wild beasts who roam the desert wastes.
And I knew myself free and flowing, bound by no law, by no
limits.
In that moment I could do anything, be anything,
for a God dwelt in me, and I was an ivy-branded priest of
Bacchus, beautiful and ecstatic!
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