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.
on Earth, crashing sirens
against cliffs of red sky
of verses stolen from the sea–
rain fire of twisted clouds.