Final Shadow
Night awakens
like a great wall of stone
and time pushes it
unable to demolish it ...
Stars hang
on one side to sustain it:
the sun, from behind, supports it
with its hands of glass;
water makes flags
and the wind a dagger,
to be able to defend her
better, against her rival,
whose determination does not cease ...
All changes its course;
for night does not end
unless she realizes her destiny.
In front of her wall, raised
crosswise, I await my fate:
a discharge in the silence,
a target in my solitude
finally completes the mystery
of so much vain searching
for my name in my thought.
Above the wall of night,
in the phosphorescence of sleep
my finger moist with spirit
is writing its sign ...
Although you do not see my body
your life is here, dead:
come quickly, if you must appear.
Spit on my chest
and let your burning saliva
melt me into the black lime
of the shadow of the eternity
that now is supporting me.
So will I lose my name
and, losing it, I have to attain
that which in thinking is not found
yet is cause of my thinking ...
In this sign I await you
and the font for this sign
is my complete knowledge.
Today I am. Don't doubt it any more.
Bring on your direct blow.
Night awakens
like a great wall of stone
and time is pushing it
unable to demolish it ...
My body does not rest
from waiting, face to face with night,
faithful tree of truth.
My eyes are now morning stars.
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