Absinthe
honoring Rimbaud's birthday
... for some,
the wormwood of unholiness is the only sacrament known,
the ecstasy of wickedness their hymn, their
prayer, their psalm,
and the thunder-crashes aren't from hell alone
but a realm of madness known as god
thrashing about in gleeful drunkenness and
sudden epiphany of birth,
virgin in shimmering, ravishing darkness,
forever - ever, and amen...
Copyright © Wrulf Gunkl-Vonglashaus | Year Posted 2011
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