I am the stone, Rimbaud, you are the sun in our Liopetri*,
you the wine, me the ship going to the harbour of love,
we are two stars joined by the celestial lace.

I catch the bullet they shot against you in Brussels,
they cut your leg, we walk together on three legs,
you lost your teeth, I chew the food to nourish you.

The Governor and Menelick B’ rob your money,
but then I exit from you as a flame and burn them;
I embark your half body, to have it buried in Nice; **
I’m proud of the other half that won the death.

I deregulate myself, reform it into a spring
to cool the lips of our desert, from Aden to Sudan.

You function in me, I function in you. I is you.



© JosephJosephides

Joseph S. Josephides

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