| It seems at least a possibility
That spoiled, soiled brats might just have feelings, too.
They’d have the usual ones, hostility
And sulking, and that adolescent brew
Of self-regard, fragility, and rage.
But maybe Rimbaud had some emotion
Like love (No, please don’t laugh) kept in a cage
Submerged beneath his sorcerer’s ocean
Of cabalistic rituals, of zeal
For poetry so forceful and so fleet
That it could cause destruction, make him feel
Triumphant over customs and Paul’s meat.
..He could have felt a bruised affection for
….Paul, might have been more than a zealot bore.
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