I was not born
But like an angel flew through celestial skies
Mine was not the waiting
I was carried, swift, across the snowy peaks
They too are eternal, speechless
And if I hear you laugh
I hear also the howl of the wolf
Its yellow eyes are fire
Do not doubt my certainty
I am that beast, there is no snare
I entreat you to cast off your cynicism
Or what if the mountains were to crumble?
Would I be destroyed by such playthings?
Oh, I am plaintiff, a mere wait
But I can catch a tumbling rock
Embrace an avalanche, for I too exist
And in the forest, a deer stalks its own shadow
And a pretty child picks posies
And the fungi are livid red
I alone see this freshness
I alone smell this sweetness
I alone am virgin
The dust is desert dry and covers the back of time
I have made my strike and now I seek the light
The warmth and the lost sun
I am so fast, I have willed all pain away
Nothing now but the crushing force of my boot
But like an angel flew through celestial skies
Mine was not the waiting
I was carried, swift, across the snowy peaks
They too are eternal, speechless
And if I hear you laugh
I hear also the howl of the wolf
Its yellow eyes are fire
Do not doubt my certainty
I am that beast, there is no snare
I entreat you to cast off your cynicism
Or what if the mountains were to crumble?
Would I be destroyed by such playthings?
Oh, I am plaintiff, a mere wait
But I can catch a tumbling rock
Embrace an avalanche, for I too exist
And in the forest, a deer stalks its own shadow
And a pretty child picks posies
And the fungi are livid red
I alone see this freshness
I alone smell this sweetness
I alone am virgin
The dust is desert dry and covers the back of time
I have made my strike and now I seek the light
The warmth and the lost sun
I am so fast, I have willed all pain away
Nothing now but the crushing force of my boot
( Penny Rimbaud & Youth )
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