Another oldie but goodie. Hopefully, it evokes the sense of alienation it was supposed to do...
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Time rolls whistfully by
From the centre of the carousel
Howls of joy
Peels of laughter
Race past you
From the centre of the carousel
Like light cast from a mirror ball
We spin in our spiral cosmos
Vertigo from the height
Of Babylon's penthouse
When the endless servitude of woman is overthrown, when she will live for herself and by herself, man,--hitherto abominable,--having given her her release, she will be a poet also! Woman will discover some of the unknown! Will her worlds of ideas differ from ours?--She will discover strange, unfathomable, repellent, delicious things; we shall take them, we shall comprehend them. (Arthur Rimbaud)
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Froth, flute, fin and quill...At poor peace I sing/ To you, strangers,...Into the dogdayed night. (Dylan Thomas, Prologue)
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