Have You Beheld the Fevers?

Have you beheld the fevers?

This is the collapse of the mind which has

in the cloudy silence of the heart

proceeded to the lost depths of things

to the opacity of the night

In which the absence of visions

Becomes the culminating point of glance

God, as in a ray of darkness, in clarity and fullness

Nihil videt et omnia videt

toi, Homme en devenir, n’as-tu plus d’autels que sépulcres infects?

It is with fervour that we shall contemplate

These frightful fields, shining and serene

During the feverish slumber and put everything at risk

Losing an opaque gamble prepared with deadly art

Lavish with its unshriven charms

Smiling with pale blue teeth

Lit for a brief moment by a frozen sunbeam

Merely an instant before the endless fall

Have you beheld the fevers?