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Rimbaud at 15
What language would God speak if he existed?
What
colour is the letter M?
What kind of shell is a woman's ear?
What sea creature rests inside of it?
To this strange,
rummaged soul
it's clear that Charleville
is a blister at the heel,
that family is an objection, and
freedom may
be the only universe
contained within seven letters.
A thrill travels through him
to escape under an imposing
sky
that knits the brow to the point of compass.
His restless hands swing
and create monsters out of shadow.
Copyright @ Libby Hart, 2006
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