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I have been in Rimbaud’s Hell

I have felt the severe twang

               Of Celine’s nihilism

I stepped into an existential moment

that determined the course of my life

The fires of Hades sprout in their

                    underworld caves

The demons and imps of prey were sent

to capture my soul of creation

The bent arrow of Cupid

went astray and missed its mark

I was left alone in the night

             racing for the dawn

The winged evening flaps by

                      quietly

The angels of Eire are aflame

                    with passion

but the discourse is rejected

The untamed prairie of Kansas

stood shocked in disbelief

                      the tornado

that blew the minds of millions

The exorcism of the Shaman

               was unexpected

but the voodoo of Haiti has never

                   been more real

as azure spectrums of light are eclipsed

The quintessence of the aroma

of a small April flower sulks softly;

the fiery moments of passion

in this brief lotus embrace

the sorrowful plight of fancy is

intersected by other emotions

fueling the underlying currents

                  that range

from excess to Blakely extreme

The fleeting moment of clarity

grazes by briskly brushing past

                 the flesh

The endless utopia of the present

                is now past

12-18-91