in the realm of beings i come across nonbeings,
-shadows crawling beneath the sun,
or the splendor revolving around it
but again, do i really know ? have i really acquired
the knowledge necessary for clarity ?
i look at my watch,
its hand has been traveling for thousands miles,
whilst i stay at the exact spot ,
grieving over things of which i’m not even aware.
it was the fruit of life we ate,
at 1 o’clock one ancient afternoon,
mortified , into beings we faded
with the concordance of ancestral chaos.
since then, we’ve seen too much of the world.
and we see nothing.
in the realm of beings i came across a mad man,
he dedicated his life trying to pull off the world
out from his weary eyes.
he told me
O you the wandering child,
turn around and face the cave ,
time to amuse yourself with a shadow play.
you mentioned the primeval waters – the deluge,
was it to say at least a grand delusion ?
the balance tilted first toward the nonbeing ,
who was him that provoked the violence ?
— we took too much pride in Being,
since then we’ve seen too much nothingness.
in the realm of beings i chanced upon a mad man,
his joy in life was talking to his beautiful tattoo ,
he would say to the image
O you my beautiful one,
i gave you my very essence of life ,
soon , very soon , my dearest ,
see how you thrive upon my blood and flesh.
we are the descendants of Erebus,
we are siblings to Pygmalion.
who are you that walked us into the conscious?
since then we’ve seen too little of what matters.
it was the fruit of life we ate ,
at 2 o’clock one early afternoon .
i watched you toss the kernel out of my window pane .
cold, as you finger ran down my spine.
the crack of nonbeing deep-etched your hand.