“A Thousand Miles Sublime” by Heath Brougher

La jeunesse de Bacchus. (1884) youth of bacchus


A Thousand Miles Sublime


Let there be light

so we can howl at the sun!

Let there be warm tendrilesque days

upon which to kiss the flowerpetals

strewn across the street and yards

like softpink snow! Let there

be bloodflowing and rejuvenation

and a rush of euphoria through the veins!

Let there be moons so bright

they cast shadows on midnight’s grass!

Let there be wine-soaked life blooming

and yelling belligerence into the fully-alive last bit of pure Earthly air!

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