LIGHTING ETERNITY

... this scrutiny of pain, which wounds and puts the voice,
the lips and the bones in raw flesh, this final weariness of what is there or remains,
[tedium, brevity and cold]
until when, until when must it be?
... god of my body, raise a spring of living forces
with which to stop my rivers and black seas,
observe in what trembling I maintain my being and in what misfortune
faith in itself is extinguished and does not console;
... because is it perchance lawful to humble oneself, to stop and then see the disasters arise or pass?
Is it lawful to be alone with the vast domain that its power entails?
... oh old god with my man's crises, I need to live, to strain and tread the light,
to light eternity with this hard instant even if later the landslides destroy my shoulders
and neither love nor freedom appears, not even a minimal song with its sliver of light
in my chest;
... oh god who runs through my silent and wounded blood, lift my hands to continue,
touch them with your living fire and light them, rebuild them, take them out of the stupor of death
and make them worthy, capable of fighting.
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Antonio Justel/Orión de Panthoseas
https://oriondepanthoseas.com
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