I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal. - Arthur Rimbaud

And from then on I bathed in the Poem
Of the Sea, infused with stars and lactescent,
Devouring the green azure where, like a pale elated
Piece of flotsam, a pensive drowned figure sometimes sinks;

Where, suddenly dyeing the blueness, delirium
And slow rhythms under the streaking of daylight,
Stronger than alcohol, vaster than our lyres,
The bitter redness of love ferments!

كنتُ كمثْلِ يافطةِ نُزلٍ مُريبة

Je me crois en enfer, donc j'y suis.