"Heads Severed", Theodore Gericault.
Full of sound
I approach to the stream.
I conjure dissonant verses
in its undulating edges.
I prove myself
in this mythological age
without chimeras.
I feel plagued of reasons
and full of coarse laws.
I need to get back to delirium.
I need to rewrite
the ineffable dictate
of the clouds.
The transgressor anthem
of the fallen and damned.
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