hey arthur rimbaud, i think i believe
in the deep sleep dreaming you did.
I mean all my thoughts are not afraid of
rampant chaos or the brain damage
of being balanced on the biggest wave.
But if you ask the color of the sky
if she is the kinda girl that can make me
understand, then it's no surprise you are
my best friend. You are re-discovering
the bright burning at both ends and the
catastrophic philosophy of lost treasures;
When you get on your knees and pray.
When the sun ascends kissed and i'd love
to watch the pyre's burn. Even if the sky
falls down where it hurts: Even if freedom
for my people means the whole thing
comes crashing down. The whole thing
just a game thats not about to give thanks
or apologize.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem