Poems ✍️

Neither darkness nor chaos. the darkness
requires eyes that see, like sound
and silence require hearing,
and the mirror, the form that populates it.
Neither space nor time. Not even
a divinity that premeditates
the silence before the first
night of time, which will be infinite.
The great river of Heraclitus the Dark
its irrevocable course has not begun,
that from the past flows into the future,
that from oblivion flows into oblivion.
Something that already suffers. Something that implores.
Then world history. Now.

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cosmogony

Neither darkness nor chaos.
Darkness requires eyes which see,
like sound and silence require the ability to hear
and the mirror needs a form to occupy it.

Neither space nor time.
Not even a divinity to plan
the silence prior to the first night
of all time, which will be infinite.

The grand river of Heraclitus the Obscure
has not begun its irrevocable course,
to flow from the past to the future,
to flow from oblivion to oblivion.

But something endures. Something begs.
And then, a universal history. Now.