Snapshot of Rimbaud
You are ofcourse on the go somehow
but with the strangeness of stilled life,
white, dressed as in orderlies cloth.
Imagine this faded album-leaf,
mildewed, sunk in chrome light as some
collected piece heaped in archives
and after the many elopements
of yourself, as unfazed as a
pilfered day, there are no left-offs;
fingers and imprints.Run train,
sweat the blazing steel and steam
the inexorable formalities.
2009 revised
poem by Lelio S Shirra
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