There is a madness about me
With ungovernable impluses
That borrow my tormented mind
It is aflame a conflagration
Burning more intensely than the sun
Consumed by unlimited time and space
An imposed barrier of perception vanishes
Gives way, gives way, my god gives way
To the cause of violating the imagination
One that does not recede but flows, flows
more powerful due to such defiable infringement
Flames of excitement entice me toward
A trajectory that swings out over the void
My god I see him, see him, see him
Sitting smiling, smoking a pipe
Jean-Nicolas-Arthur Rimbaud
Vanish, vanish, now all is gone, disappeared
Perhaps later, yes later, perhaps
Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 5:01 PM UTC
There is a madness about me
With ungovernable impluses
That borrow my tormented mind
It is aflame a conflagration
Burning more intensely than the sun
Consumed by unlimited time and space
An imposed barrier of perception vanishes
Gives way, gives way, my god gives way
To the cause of violating the imagination
One that does not recede but flows, flows
more powerful due to such defiable infringement
Flames of excitement entice me toward
A trajectory that swings out over the void
My god I see him, see him, see him
Sitting smiling, smoking a pipe
Jean-Nicolas-Arthur Rimbaud
Vanish, vanish, now all is gone, disappeared
Perhaps later, yes later, perhaps
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