Rimbaud

2002-03-07 - 5:02 p.m.

Wanna see me rip off Rimbaud?

I voted myself King that night, after the cold wind had patted my back and said that it was time to go. After music laughed at me; after eyes couldn�t see me. When the light became more beautiful and glorious than anything had ever seemed. As cool water swam in me, and air filled my head on it�s way to my lungs. Right then, I stepped out of my cocoon, and without a golden crown adorned with jewels, or flowing satin robes, or brass trumpets singing my welcome, I shined.