Are You Hiding Somewhere Behind Those Eyes?

A good poem, Arthur, says Spinoza, as poems go. But it is very easy to set out a series of unrelated ideas as though they mean something important.

No it isn't, says Arthur. It's hard.

Not as hard as mathematical theorems, says Spinoza.

Just as hard, says Arthur. Possibly even harder.

Now you are just being silly, says Spinoza.

No, no, says The Velodrone. You two agree fundamentally. You both seek full knowledge of the essential nature of things, one through philosophical analysis and the other through poetry.......

But Arthur isn't listening. He is bored. He stands up.

I'm going to look for Ageless, says Arthur.

I didn't know he'd left, says Gaius, looking around.

But he has.

Arthur follows the lobstery trail that Ageless has made through the red dust. He walks for ages and ages.

Eventually he comes upon Ageless sitting in front of a stage which is under construction.

Ageless is talking to a man. The man has spiky grey hair and is holding a cable.

Hello Ageless, says Arthur, looking at the man.

Hello, says Ageless.

Hello! says the man. Hey,  haven't I seen you before? Yeah.... but it can't be. You look exactly like Arthur Rimbaud!

Arthur is surprised. Not that he looks like Arthur Rimbaud, but that this man should think so.

I am Arthur Rimbaud, says Arthur. How did you know? Did Ageless tell you?

No, says the man. I've seen you on loads of  video clips posted on YouTube. That face. That hair. Those eyes. Electric blue.

The man starts to hum a familiar sounding song.

Electric Blue! says Ageless. An oldie but a goodie!

Arthur thinks he may have seen the man before as well.

And you...? says Arthur.

Iva Davies, says Iva. This is mental! And awesome. Wait till I tell the boys.....