After

After the party
After the feasting
After the wine is spilled and dried

After the kissing
After the loving
After the tears run down to hide

After the loudness
After the madness
After the ecstasy that lives to die

After the midnight
After the dawning
After the crowing at the bright dawn sky

It’s time to start again.

Because satyrs are never satisfied.


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