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The Next Poet’s Exhilarating Dream
I should be back-alley midnight dead
Having seen the last sunset’s vanishing light
Replaced with a gorgeously blood-dripping eternal night
Instead of counting lingering regrets
With lonely and dimming eyes still squinting into the past.
I only wanted to live a limited amount of days
And I’ve pointlessly over-extended my stay…
Had I been a teenage genius
Along the lines of Arthur Rimbaud,
I wouldn’t hesitate to go,
One should create art
And then flee
Like a wild and ruthless bandit
Into the next poet’s exhilarating dream!
poem
by
Uriah Hamilton
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