Candide Diderot Poet Free verse

Night Creatures

Like a gecko, that one changes their colours
speaks in tongues long then short blue
climbing up and down walls clicking
translating the draconians’ poetic profusions
all are night creatures in the absence of light fluctuations

they scurry along the cracks over the white and the black 
5 fingers 5 toes, quite quite reptilian, 
efficient in the chosen environment, useful,
amusing a muse, then, when the mourning sun rises, 
contradictory, scurrilous, misplaced, undeniably ugly, 

yet cute

Night creatures, light framed 
lone vigils, velvet skinned strict vigilantes
on all fours preying Carthusian monks
nakedly bathed in absinthe chartreuse
through their clicking chants, looking for true

through the glass onion
peeling back layers 
shedding skin
on a wall
5 fingers, 5 toes 

amusing a muse



Candide Diderot. ‘24 





sadeness.
enigma. 

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Candide Diderot March 23, 2024 at 2:57 PM Sadeness. Enigma. Candide Diderot March 23, 2024 at 2:58 PM https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbMgWm6C0GQ

Candide Diderot March 23, 2024 at 2:48 PM “Those who are unhappy clutch at shadows, and to give themselves an enjoyment that truth refuses them, they artfully bring into being all sorts of illusions.”

Candide Diderot March 23, 2024 at 2:47 PM “Oh, there are plenty of people," the Duc used to observe, "who never misbehave save when passion spurs them to ill; later, the fire gone out of them, their now calm spirit peacefully returns to the path of virtue and, thus passing their life going from strife to error and from error to remorse, they end their days in such a way there is no telling just what roles they have enacted on earth. Candide Diderot March 23, 2024 at 2:47 PM Such persons," he would continue, "must surely be miserable: forever drifting, continually undecided, their entire life is spent detesting in the morning what they did the evening before. Certain to repent of the pleasures they taste, they take their delight in quaking, in such sort they become at once virtuous in crime and criminal in virtue.”