Sleeping Mind

A mind quite narrow yet
A mind transmitting …
A mind tapping out the message you’ll not want to read
Pleasing yourself with my confusion.

How many masks wear we
Upon our countenance of soul
The true mask feels no inside to the mask
But looks out of the mask by co-masked eyes
Whatever consciousness begins the task
The task’s accepted use to sleepness ties
Our souls, that children are, being thought-losing
Get a whole world on their forgot causing

And, when a thought would unmask our soul’s masking
Itself goes not unmasked to the unmasking

We are born at sunset and we die ere morn
And the whole darkness of the world we know
How can we guess it’s truth, to darkness born
The obscure consequence of absent glow ?

Holding a dream too bitter, a too fair curse
This common sleep of men, the universe …

Le ciel dans sa nudité, persiste à me retracer les modulations de cet appel
Mon âme peine au loin
Le souvenir durcit de noir les portes

Le vent du ciel m’ébranle en la plus solennelle paupière.

Nul esprit, tant la nuit s’avère maudite et lourde et pleine de glaçons funèbres …

Je tourne dans l’insoutenable vertige
Je meurs, cette nuit, dans l’aride fraternité des sables, parmi cette nuit pleine d’astres et de jardins