She holds the strength
of infinite hells,
yet her heaven
is a spiraling heart
and burn
her
infinite
Hells
within her.
Today and Yesterday are
Time or Witness
who already observe her:
Contingency;
She is aporia-heat,
and every carmine
is nothing but farewell
of violet distance.
She is to aporize
kisses with storms
and no-time.
of infinite hells,
yet her heaven
is a spiraling heart
and burn
her
infinite
Hells
within her.
Today and Yesterday are
Time or Witness
who already observe her:
Contingency;
She is aporia-heat,
and every carmine
is nothing but farewell
of violet distance.
She is to aporize
kisses with storms
and no-time.
Tell me,
you, who recited moments
beneath a time
that stands above you,
how unreachable will be
the compass you believe you verse,
What won’t you know!
and still you’ll believe
it shall remain,
you (and Her) Never
aporetic love:
love?
you, who recited moments
beneath a time
that stands above you,
how unreachable will be
the compass you believe you verse,
What won’t you know!
and still you’ll believe
it shall remain,
you (and Her) Never
aporetic love:
love?
The storm awaits me,
always, ahead,
in all directions conceivable.
Times of the heart
of the one who never turns from his shadow.
If my reflections are
those I leave behind,
trails of a mirror
I would cross without kissing them:
yours, untouched.
Today, mist upon my eyes.
yet behind the tale
remains a yesterday,
mirage of a tomorrow:
the horizon I shall never cross.
The brave one
raises the sails
and he becomes helm
when his arms strain to breaking.
he knows himself mortal,
never beyond
the gloom of your darkness.
Yet he sails into his future,
unaware,
and if he survives it,
its mists he shall verse:
the aporia of thy lips,
with boarded ships.
At the cyclone’s crest
beats the pirate heart:
eye of the hurricane
hears its echo resounding
riding a wind without center
in all possible destinies
behind, forever,
the storm shall remain.
[The poem is now
recited in reverse]
The storm shall remain,
behind, forever,
in all possible destinies
riding a wind without center,
hears its echo resounding,
eye of the hurricane
beats the pirate heart:
at the cyclone’s crest
with boarded ships.
The aporia of thy lips
its mists shall verse:
and if he survives it,
unaware;
yet he sails into his future,
the gloom of your darkness.
Never beyond
he knows himself mortal,
when his arms strain to breaking
and he becomes helm:
raises the sails
the brave one.
The horizon I shall never cross,
mirage of a tomorrow
remains a yesterday,
yet behind the tale
today, mist upon my eyes,
yours, untouched,
I would cross without kissing them:
trails of a mirror
those I leave behind,
if my reflections are
of the one who never turns from his shadow.
Times of the heart
in all directions conceivable.
always, ahead,
the storm awaits me.
always, ahead,
in all directions conceivable.
Times of the heart
of the one who never turns from his shadow.
If my reflections are
those I leave behind,
trails of a mirror
I would cross without kissing them:
yours, untouched.
Today, mist upon my eyes.
yet behind the tale
remains a yesterday,
mirage of a tomorrow:
the horizon I shall never cross.
The brave one
raises the sails
and he becomes helm
when his arms strain to breaking.
he knows himself mortal,
never beyond
the gloom of your darkness.
Yet he sails into his future,
unaware,
and if he survives it,
its mists he shall verse:
the aporia of thy lips,
with boarded ships.
At the cyclone’s crest
beats the pirate heart:
eye of the hurricane
hears its echo resounding
riding a wind without center
in all possible destinies
behind, forever,
the storm shall remain.
[The poem is now
recited in reverse]
The storm shall remain,
behind, forever,
in all possible destinies
riding a wind without center,
hears its echo resounding,
eye of the hurricane
beats the pirate heart:
at the cyclone’s crest
with boarded ships.
The aporia of thy lips
its mists shall verse:
and if he survives it,
unaware;
yet he sails into his future,
the gloom of your darkness.
Never beyond
he knows himself mortal,
when his arms strain to breaking
and he becomes helm:
raises the sails
the brave one.
The horizon I shall never cross,
mirage of a tomorrow
remains a yesterday,
yet behind the tale
today, mist upon my eyes,
yours, untouched,
I would cross without kissing them:
trails of a mirror
those I leave behind,
if my reflections are
of the one who never turns from his shadow.
Times of the heart
in all directions conceivable.
always, ahead,
the storm awaits me.