ETERNAL NOTARIES

… the Earth roars, its wheels, its grid and axles, its laws, its walls;
atavistic fires roar and bellow and blood/flame responds through symbolic streets and squares,
through parks, boulevards: icebergs or civil attics,
last bastions of the soul;
… here are the fissures of time in this instant when tsars emerge or the sand is resurrected
alongside the syncope of Europe and the vertigo of America;
here are East and West mutually contemplating each other as never before, as never before,
with the rapture and doubt that the face of the serpent instills in the bird,
and yet, loving each other;
and here is our freedom with its rust, stealthily struck and eroded;
such has been and is usury in it, a trembling bird and at the same time a splinter with which it must anoint
its own death;
…the light and the solar song boil,
the old structures of reason and heart boil, and their emblems creak or break;
and the milestone of building an immortal portal boils and spreads—why not?—where a man may arrive,
fight, grow, and depart like a god;
…for are there no verses/fire saying “arise, fly, and build, for everything, everything is yet to be done:
the blood, the roads, the crystal seas, and the greenness of the air”?
Be brave and see clearly, because hope has finally arrived, hope is here;
these are not coups d'état, but rebirth, the fall at last of the old and dense stigma that defames the planet;
…and no, do not fear: freedom, like light, never impoverishes.
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Antonio Justel/Orion der Panthoseas
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