making a tragedy

[dellearte]

and the brothers shared parnassus, holy of all art, exclusive to each other and yet coexisting better than would be thought. apollo, the ordered, the radiant force, ways to keep back and make logic of life, defense and offense both. the one who slew the seven sons with the sun, steady hands behind to find his chosen one's opponent, letting arrows fly. dionysus, the governor of letting go and the world reclaiming its own, emotion to reason, the transcendent ecstatic, injustice changing hands. the mercy beneath the madness, dionysus who saved villains from drowning and let them free as dolphins, vines that wrap around and climb to the light, looking for recognition. unity amidst chaos, all in one, the true definition of godhood.