Rimbaud In A Dream
My Rimbaud dream,
My own small boat
Slowly sails down Styx
Without a breeze
Pushed ever so slowly down
By the raging tempest
Within.
My season,
Like these Sonoran landscapes
Never changes.
Hell, Eternal Hell.
My childhood companion,
My lover;
My murderer, My judge;
Myself; imagined as reality.
I watched myself staring at me
From within the mirror;
Saw those beady eye, judgmental eyes.
I puzzled at the disgust
With which my world presented itself.
Its self-pity so over-rated
So over played,
Yet so overdue.
There are no Foreign Legion
Escape routes today.
The sands of distant desert
Now traverse digital sand dunes
Where faceless Legionnaire’s numb
Their pains with a liqueur
Made from the identities
Of the Chameleon People.
Those ones who have so mastered
Mastered the arts of the Chameleon
That they themselves no longer
Remember
Who they are.
So they change
Forever the same
For never the same, changing
Like some kaleidoscope
Broken, its pieces shattered and
Left as little colored pieces of glass
Or a shattered stained glass window
My own small boat
Slowly sails down Styx
Without a breeze
Pushed ever so slowly down
By the raging tempest
Within.
My season,
Like these Sonoran landscapes
Never changes.
Hell, Eternal Hell.
My childhood companion,
My lover;
My murderer, My judge;
Myself; imagined as reality.
I watched myself staring at me
From within the mirror;
Saw those beady eye, judgmental eyes.
I puzzled at the disgust
With which my world presented itself.
Its self-pity so over-rated
So over played,
Yet so overdue.
There are no Foreign Legion
Escape routes today.
The sands of distant desert
Now traverse digital sand dunes
Where faceless Legionnaire’s numb
Their pains with a liqueur
Made from the identities
Of the Chameleon People.
Those ones who have so mastered
Mastered the arts of the Chameleon
That they themselves no longer
Remember
Who they are.
So they change
Forever the same
For never the same, changing
Like some kaleidoscope
Broken, its pieces shattered and
Left as little colored pieces of glass
Or a shattered stained glass window
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