| In a glittering halo of lights defying reason, the magnificent dome of a black
|
| Temple looms over souls
|
| In the cradle of God they let themselves be reborn, to contemplate without
|
| keeping anything, to hope or to expect
|
| There was nothing left of these centuries that bent the body, extinguished the
|
| life, denied the pure existence and its principle
|
| Alone a profound echo answered the origins and magnified with each new
|
| breakthrough of the silence
|
| Time no longer pounding, nothing had been, nothing would ever be
|
| It’s architecture of monumental fantasy, it is false comfort in of itself
|
| In a halo of brilliant darkness, they merged with the sublime moment,
|
| the Great Evil that all life awaits
|
| They saw their improvised work collapse on itself then serenely forgot it
|
| without wondering about what follows
|
| They sank within the ephemeral, supreme, delicious, alcove sanctuary of the
|
| immortals
|
| That which was is no longer, that which will be is not, and the chaos fell
|
| silent
|
| And the chaos fell silent |