Eyes look down from moral peaks
where Dionysus stands alone
and only chained links separate
my world and his from theirs and yours
My tin can song sings slow and weak,
inside me lives a child with dreams
As love is leaving flesh and thought
Osiris watch as children sleep for peace
Command Vox: honor our kingdom,
we seed our royalty from sin
Although he’ll never let you stay here
perhaps he lets you in to drink
My fingers curl these metal knots,
seek rumored gates to adjent halls
I once thought: bliss to be included,
now he won’t let me leave at all
- Afton Light, 2022
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