I could have woken in a Dionysian dream laughing at the drunkenness of footloose And invoked every lesser god in indulgences that involved the orgy of souls transcribing lyrics of metaphysics, and beyond that wisdom of sacred mysteries. Even when I was a child, I harboured a solitude of soul that surpassed the latitudes of ordinary knowledge You can see I did not possess theContinue reading “Me and You and a dog named Phunnu: A poem “