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.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 6:25 PM UTC
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.
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