An end

When the light flavors its face in
Order to blend into hatred and darkness,
The time has come for you to keep on moving
Until you find the old hall with the canvas
On which the colors do not gradate like a rainbow.
You shall forget… you shall open your flesh
In order to see the beginning and the end
Of the thing that will devour you without your shadow,
So that it will remain here in the space of light gone long ago,
Entangled in darkness like entangled ornaments,
Embodying one in the other, the dark melancholy
Being caressed by the eternal wisdom, the eternal darkness…