The Rimbaud flows incessantly
The moonlit garden shrieks and howls
The pictures glow incandescently
Sweat beads marching down their brows

A fruitful sun will bring clarity
A mistreated boy laughs at you
A new day re-born without sanity
Accepting rough beauty through and through

39 days remain
Don't eat at the dirt
Eat at the sound
The smell of a coming rain
Wash my stains up from the ground
Your lost and found
Your picket lines
We be all skinned men from our hides.