In the Shadow, in the Seclusion

Book V #18 – Monday, January 07, 2008

I lived in the shadow,
in the seclusion
by a smoky, dark danger
with flags and outcries
amidst countless words,
a concurrence of accidents.
I happen suddenly,
I occasionally grasp the
ever-glowing blaze
under this arch
where the marvelous is born.
Leaning out from the wakefulness
in some corner of the universe,
[I] abruptly imagine the abyss [and]
have not the least fear.
What one thinks, exists.
Dream without sleeping
Of great mysteries, assembled and ordered,
already forgetful [that]
An idea once formed itself,
with it, a universe of determinations.
Where the wind wanders,
the barking dogs,
the shadow, the silence,
and your clear eyes,
eyes of all women.
The stone falling.
Mirrors, crying out
Unlimited [crys] by the ocean
with every breath,
nothing from nothing.
Paint-peeled plaster figurine:
a great poetic unity.
[My shadow.]

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