AUTUMN ODE: DAZZLE

[…on the incandescent forest the universe is expressed:
water and fire, life and death embrace, shine and vibrate, sing;
… oh flower or moment that must always return,
oh dazzle, oh immortal party]
… my soul came from fighting against the year, from being born and dying,
to restructure the seas and memories with which to house the lights/lights:
the burning of the spirit;
…and, suddenly, the autumn in enormous, majestic overture of the world
with notes and living blood, burning in constellations,
the enormous pulse between heaven and earth,
the powers of the sun and sound,
a judgment of love and its sidereal voice,
the light, the light, the light,
and, also, my freedom in radiance there,
there and there, there, right there,
and equally in risk and trembling my breath and being, the air,
the beauty on fire in its orchard, the forest…
…but, despite everything, and deep inside, my soul, tell me:
What date is this, what death or ordeal I go to and we go or what rebirths...,
- talk to me and tell me, please, in intimate whisper, very faintly, very faintly and quietly,
“why, my love, why does it break out in this way, catch fire and create the world in you,
Because, why…".
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Antonio Justel/Orion of Panthoseas
https://www.oriondepanthoseas.com
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