Reading Rimbaud (a poem)
Some seek freedom Some find freedom on earth but truth be told freedom is fleeting I can only speak from My skin A prison as dark as a solitary cell An apparition of security from without Impermeable walls like the stone surrounding my garden From within an endless stream of consciousnessI seek release through insufficient words The prison guard is you Today is judgement day Grant leniency, your honor I will love you for it if only for a moment.