After Rimbaud

O Sleepyhead, I believe that everything we need is on a curb somewhere, and if we go out now, swinging our hands and feet, we will find it easily. We won't need to believe in anything because we'll see it clearly like the wind sees. But you will have to shut your face and be quiet so all this love can fit inside your head. Set loose; fill yourself with fields. Don't wait until this evening when you're free.