The Last Vision

what — ridiculous and

pathetic − rubbish — does this manlike

insect verbalise — in order to give — in

his exasperating nothingness — weight and

put on airs

“I shall save the sacred

nations — I shall liberate the Holy Sepulchre — I shall

elect Lord God Almighty cosmic

president — I shall perish at the same time

with the most beloved of

the world’s wives…”

he can hardly notice when — through

the cracks in his grotesque

mask — all the sand (which preserved

the hourglasses gestationally dilated) — has

flown — into a cataclysmic

earthquake — so that

when the mask (barely clinging to the edge

of the air vibrations) has crumbled down — the only

sight to behold (by the Sole Eye : that of the Eternally

Silent Demiurge) — is the most desolating

lunar landscape: a

desert — in want of at least

one grain of sand

the times of the brainless sonorities of

the words was but a

furuncle of the nonbeing — now

healed — clarified by — the invalid — Adamic

iron bars — by Time’s intermittent

colics

in front of Lord God — there stands

as always — a mere

frozen white

pillar — from which there

rhythmically fall — the scales

of the worlds

and in this cosmic unhusking — no commandment

finds vocal fingers — to

postpone — for a moment at least — the withdrawal —

of the Great Fish —

from the Brownians — the dandruff

shedding all disasters

English version by Gabriela PACHIA