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"I am floating again. All the facts and all the words, all images, all presages are sweeping over me, mocking each other. The dream! The dream! The dream rings through me like a giant copper bell when I wish to betray it. It brushes by me with bat wings when I open human eyes and seek to live dreamlessly. When human pain has struck me fiercely, when anger has corroded me, I rise, I always rise after the crucifixion, and I am in terror of my ascensions. THE FISSURE IN REALITY. The divine departure. I fall. I fall into darkness after the collision with pain, and after pain the divine departure." |
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"Oh, the weight, the tremendous weight of my head pulled up by the clouds and swinging in space, the body like a wisp of straw, the clouds
dragging my hair like a scarf caught in a chariot wheel, the body dangling, colliding with the lantern stars, the
clouds dragging me over the world.
I cannot stop, or descend.
I hear the unfurling of water, of skies and curtains. I hear the shiver of leaves, the breathing of the air, the wailing of the unborn, the pressure of the wind. I hear the movements of the stars and planets, the slight rust creak when they shift their position. The silken passage of radiations, the brath of circles turning.
I hear the passing of mysteries and the breathing of monsters. Overtones only, or undertones. Collision with reality blurs my
vision and submerges me into the dream. I feel the distance like a wound. It unrolls itself before me
like the rug before the steps of a cathedral for a wedding or a burial. It is unrolled like a crimson bride
between others and me, but I cannot walk on it without a feeling of uneasiness, as one has
at ceremonies. The ceremony of walking along the unrolled carpet into the cathedral where
the functions unravel to which I am a stranger. I neithermarry nor die. And the distance between
the crowd, between the others and me, grows wider."
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