Rimbaud’s genius

Rimbaud’s genius

Not all things
            are seasonal
love is a body
            of hope
of belief
            in the spirit
that transcends
            time and event
and the perfect form
            is there in the breath
the redemption
            of all life

We are all
            on a meter
but the stars
            have no agenda
for us
            we make our own
berries
            out of the ash

John Lyons

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