Cut-ups, series 1.5

Let me sleep! Eat the pebbles that one breaks,

At the altars of Churches’ old stones;

Broth run over Gravel of ancient deluge taste,

And mix with and loaves scattered in grey brakes

ON IN HELL

At last, O happiness,

the burden and the desert,

sky the azure that is dark

of pure light. Out of

myself? What beast

clownish and blank as Poly

image is attacked? What

lies should I uphold?

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Cut of Arthur Rimbaud