Listen to the breathing of that which in sick delectation

And devouring famine restores the new order

By contamination and incubation

Unity restored in imperious necessity

What a vertigo under the vault of the crimson sky!

L’exclusion inconcevable d’une seule âme serait un danger pour l’Harmonie éternelle. 



I am an accomplice and my disheveled laughters and moans

Are of the same essence as the fervour of a Saint

It is senseless to fight against this infinite stream

Behind this threshold life exhausts itself, loses itself

Rejoice, for tonight it is an eerie birth that we celebrate!

And with dusk, as shadows slowly recover the land

The most extreme solitude drapes the shoulders

Of a distant silhouette bearing a glacial emptiness

Laden like a luminious storm in which sun and lightening are prolonged

A wound through which, hastening from all points of the universe

Desolation spreads in chaotic convulsions