War

War

When a child, certain skies sharpened my vision:
all their characters were reflected in my face.
The Phenomena were roused.

-- At present, the eternal inflection of moments
and the infinity of mathematics
drives me through this world where
I meet with every civil honor,
respected by strange children
and prodigious affections.

-- I dream of a War of right and of might,
of unlooked-for logic.
It is as simple as a musical phrase.

Arthur Rimbaud

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