I HAD THESE GRAND THOUGHTS

 

I had these grand thoughts that I was getting closer to the emotional conflict Rimbaud alluded to.  I can feel the viscous assault of realism and surrealism.  It’s a great, scary feeling.  I realized that I was becoming the poet.  I was letting the emotional rage take over the soul.  The fever of the artist was introduced intravenously.  The opening of the firestorm was awe inspiring.  It hurt and it felt good simultaneously.  So now I can do no more than let it enter my soul and take control of central nervous system.

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