FIRST REFLECTION

...this debacle in my life, this exterminating blow of angels and roses,
this event that has pierced my chest and filled my blood with devastation,
and the discourse of heaven, besieges me, agitates me, and hurts me;

...I don't want to exaggerate what solitude is like while one is being instructed,
or how the folly of time arrives and stealthily invades the shoulders,
the arms, the waist, and the feet, how it pulls upon the madman's couch
because there are no more birds to pass through the window and the damage is great:
an unknown and uncontrolled constellation of axes and bodies, stridency and order;

I know it is a moment of minimal virtue and of a very small man,
a skirmish of caged wolves by and within my own cold;

…but I also know that this ruin of mine will pass, even though no one is summoned to this resurrection
and the wolves howl at me hour by hour, day by day, and year by year
through the tense, icy veins of my heart;

…I, I believe in the life of my besieged bones;

where else will I build what I hope for?

Where and how else will I find freedom?

*** Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas
https://oriondepanthoseas.com
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