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What lesser mortals? What lesser mortals than Rimbaud claim themselves a poet within another self, for there is more than just one self depending on the time and day and nothing is as it seems at first, we are born from abstract firmament to the Infirmament arriving planned and unplanned in the in-between swaddled in skin, a nude shade of blue turning pink and revolutionary the most sincere we've ever been we are slapped to make loud noises to prove we are alive; we are small noises for the most part of our continuum as we evolve we reveal our true colours our different dimensions bleed like water pastels we are shades and shadow of each, easily morphing into the will of others less than and more than likely just to keep the peace or challenge subterranean night crawlers from their obligatory big sleep silent scarabs black hats wearing white hats guarding gates of ruined castles like red caps pacing the watchtowers like laughing hyenas for their better bleached masters who are small noises for the most part (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) “As I was going down impassive Rivers, I no longer felt myself guided by haulers: Yelping redskins had taken them as targets And had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews, The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottons When with my haulers this uproar stopped The Rivers let me go where I wanted.” “And from then on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, infused with stars and lactescent, Devouring the azure verses; where, like a pale elated Piece of flotsam, a pensive drowned figure sometimes sinks”

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What Lesser Mortals

What lesser mortals? What lesser mortals than Rimbaud claim themselves a poet within another self, for there is more than just one self depending on the time and day and nothing is as it seems at first, we are born from abstract firmament to the Infirmament arriving planned and unplanned in the in-between swaddled in skin, a nude shade of blue turning pink and revolutionary the most sincere we've ever been we are slapped to make loud noises to prove we are alive; we are small noises for the most part of our continuum as we evolve we reveal our true colours our different dimensions bleed like water pastels we are shades and shadow of each, easily morphing into the will of others less than and more than likely just to keep the peace or challenge subterranean night crawlers from their obligatory big sleep silent scarabs black hats wearing white hats guarding gates of ruined castles like red caps pacing the watchtowers like laughing hyenas for their better bleached masters who are small noises for the most part (LadyLabyrinth / 2023) “As I was going down impassive Rivers, I no longer felt myself guided by haulers: Yelping redskins had taken them as targets And had nailed them naked to colored stakes. I was indifferent to all crews, The bearer of Flemish wheat or English cottons When with my haulers this uproar stopped The Rivers let me go where I wanted.” “And from then on I bathed in the Poem Of the Sea, infused with stars and lactescent, Devouring the azure verses; where, like a pale elated Piece of flotsam, a pensive drowned figure sometimes sinks”