Poetry

    Anditwasatthatage...Poetryarrived

    inseare.Idontknow,Idontknowwhere

    itcamefrom,fromwinterorariver.

    Idontknohen,

    notheywerenotvoices,theywerenot

    words,norsilence,

    butfromastreetIwassummoned,

    fromthebranchesofnight,

    abruptlyfromtheothers,

    amongviolentfires

    orreturningalone,

    thereIwaswithoutaface

    andittouchedme.

    Ididnotknowwhattosay,mymouth

    hadnoway

    withnames,

    myeyeswereblind,

    andsomethingstartedinmysoul,

    feverottenwings,

    andImademyownway,

    deciphering

    thatfire,

    andIwrotethefirstfaintline,

    faint,withoutsubstance,pure

    nonsense,

    purewisdom

    ofsomeonewhoknowsnothing,

    andsuddenlyIsaw

    theheavens

    unfastened

    andopen,

    plas,

    palpitatingplantations,

    shadowperforated,

    riddled

    witharrows,fireandflowers,

    thewindingnight,theuniverse.

    AndI,infinitesimalbeing,

    drunkwiththegreatstarry

    void,

    likeness,imageof

    mystery,

    feltmyselfapurepart

    oftheabyss,

    Iwheeledwiththestars,

    myheartbrokelooseonthewind.

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