Lux Occulta

Silent barocco of shredded light
coils of rays plaited together
with chains of flesh
such a calm morning...
and the earth's crust explodes
with the carpet of thousand flowers
music of all spheres
...He is back!
aroused women wash their naked bodies
in bubbling springs of sweet dark wine
the whole world will dance in this joyful time
everything blossoms, even the stones sing dithyrambs
His golden hair streams in the wind
as he dances with the nymphs
Be thou our king! Be thou our king!
maenads - his hunting dogs - are now unleashed
frenzied women devvour their crying children