Seek the sweet frozen crushed moon;
and there visit, not its place, but its Time:
its indivisibility, its insolubility;
the undecidability of this absent era
that knows neither who nor what it is.

Inhabit a crystal of time;
wanting to remain under the light
of its crystal structure
written in its time and space;
and there tempting its perpetual interior
to know oneself language of infinite horizon.

Speak to a phenomenon
wanting to be quantum crystal;
and there believe us metaphor
of a diamond eternal, periodic and intact
that will survive our ruins,
ruins written in runes ᚨ,
inhabitants of the eclipsed face
of a moon that feels anachronic;
sweet, frozen and crushed: seek-ed; her–moon.
And, here, below,
on Earth, crashing sirens
against cliffs of red sky
of verses stolen from the sea–
rain fire of twisted clouds.
Moon ·