Poem reading Rimbaud's Illuminations 1

with the bees of ancient hedges
with the daggers of gruesome murders

wailing human errors walk blind into every vault of turquoise light

they do not see naked water lovers sing and laugh

they do not hear the misfit genius at once angel and foul

languishing he jeers
his superiority so clear they have tried to silence him
for centuries the same story
Casanova can tell

rivers of dawn carry the corpse of night's iniquity

it rests in so-called memory and rots

so i walk with the illuminated one with the beast
with his song with the sense of his song

burlesque dawns keep coming

over and over again

the ecstasy of magic lips

is that the sense of eternity