IN SEARCH OF THE XXII

... although today is September 1, 2015, and of it, only and here, this simple and mere instant remains,
my mind and heart march and struggle to touch 2100 with conscious and millimetric precision;
and no, my spirit has not grown weary nor sickened,
for it burns and crackles and its bodies are burning apses,
[three shoots of a mythical rosebush]
of an elliptical and sonorous temple, divine and protective,
the altar on which the archons of light, their law and their incense, are sacrificed;
and I say that, of them, that of silence is agile, tenuous, and multiple, sudden and profound,
and their hands gather the sun of life and place it there, in the sea of ​​crystal,
establishing bonfires beside the immense stillness of cosmic humidity and cold;
...of the facts concerned, it is better not to look at them but to hear them beat, to feel them, and to live them,
for there are eardrums of love that emit their passion as if in infinite fuel and computation;
...let us, then, gather the roses and return, let us return to the 21st century;
in the distance, and as we turn around, the 22nd century shines like a towering and imposing wake from an infinite peak.
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Antonio Justel/Orion de Panthoseas
http://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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