War

War

When
a child, certain skies sharpened my vision:

all their characters were reflected in my face.

The Phenomena were roused.

— At present, the eternal inflection of moments

and the infinity of mathematics

drives me through this world where

I meet with every civil honor,

respected by strange children

and prodigious affections.

— I dream of a War of right and of might,

of unlooked-for logic.

It is as simple as a musical phrase.