The Divine Actor
I was out all day at the Autumn Festival yesterday
Art By: Ken Wong
An ambiguous heart
Is easy to misplace
Still my odyssey shelters
No reprieve
Born to the wind
My only consolation
Is verse
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I find myself somersaulting
Between this world
And the nether
Impoverished but for ink
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My snakeskin notebook
Sheds culpability
Through the exaltation
Of an anathematic muse
“It’s no longer enough
For me to be one man”
I must know all men
As I know myself
And on exhausting one life
I must be ready
To assume another
That is what it means
To be a genius
To step into the maw
Of a predatory madness
And find amongst horror
The courage to speak clearly
That which is unthinkable
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This poem was influenced by Rimbaud’s theory on writing. A theory that I, as teenager and young adult, embraced. To a lesser extent of course, as I am generally well-behaved. The quote is…
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