The Window of Luminous Darkness
The Window of Luminous Darkness
The window has closed toward the black lights of absence
the living dead embroider their banners from bones woven into rags
opportune for the transience of their ephemeral eternity
the serpent in mother's breast feeding the shadows with living substance
Their unmet confrontation takes place in the cosmic den
we commemorate their birth in a festive and colorful death
the final and black confession of the transparent open white
we technically use the spontaneous meditation of mechanical contemplation
We will all be air and crystal and earth without sterile decay
we deserve the title of baseness in the luminous clear times
of the return toward aurora from behind the dead twilight
they lead us speaking noisily toward the silent transience
The vulture begins the surge toward earth in the forgotten second
the sun and moon separate in their solid gaseous form
abruptly continuing their stagnation toward the terrain of orthodoxy
outside the straight spiral the unsurpassed solar stagnation
Her pleasant celestial de-earthing fixed punctual flow
only the feet can pass underneath the mute rainbow
the roots grow in our ears speaking foreign tongues to us
their food is the stones and the dry wind of water burned in fire
Let them lead us howling toward the transience of our eternity
in the open-closed window where the living dead die eternally alive
the mother serpent feeds its shadow with coagulated light
and we float in the liquid earth of the heavy stony air
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