THE DENOUEMENT

Poem by Celestine

  I am the black widow of my past,

My veiled destiny was hidden

Into the fish's belly.

I am the lost saviour

Of the red-eyed angels.

Sing to the fish's dream ashore!

Delicate waltz of the Fay,

For each birth is a mourning.

  

The beginning

Touching without fear, shame, reason.

Like an acid rain from heaven,

Melting the whole cravenness

Inside this plastic world.

This fancy denouement of the childhood.

Middle dream

 It seeped over the ankle 

Like a fire inside the eye.

My ovoid eye,

 Not to stir an eyelid in front of the death,

Not to cast my love into the unicorn's ear.

   The denouement of the dream

My leg is tight with the rope 

Of the ancient bewildered fisher.

Next to the cliff,

I was sitting between me and myself. 

The final illusion of the dry fish:

I am only clay!

Can't love more than that.