The youth at night would have himself driven around the scream. It lay in the middle of the city gazing back at him with its heat and rosepools of flesh. Terrific lava shone on his soul. He would ride and stare.
“I hate these phrases: Of power absolute,
Of full authority, Full proper motion.
The divine laws they have trod under foot —
And human too — for private man’s promotion.”
Joshua Sylvester | from the French of Guy du Faur de Pibrac
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