Reconstructing from the source
Time corrodes every molecule
those who want to survive must continually rebuild
Faces, hands, bones grow old
I’ll put it bluntly: only the gaze remains the same
The eyes are the bulwark of eternity
mirrors of the soul and of infinity
the origin of everything is the One
no one can fully understand it
that’s what counts, always returning to the source
from the infernal acheron one must purify oneself
-holy water of wisdom
free oneself from the dross and filth
from the filth of the contemporary
to become alien, foreign to it
errors, sins, deflections
water cleanses from impediments
water element of a new beginning
partnership between heaven and earth
to have a new humanism
one must start again from baptism
but water is the element of something else, memory and femininity
in water we are immersed inside the Mother
in water we are reborn pure
as when the rivers flowed clean
in the Garden of Eden everything was pure
there was not even money yet
desire was evanescent and rare
the first step to rebuilding is purification
before walking in the footsteps of the dawn
one must make oneself as pure as children
it must rain holy water for the world to be worldly
so much water to submerge everything
-after the flood the waters retreat
and from the rubble of what has been pick up the pieces
put back together the fragments of the puzzle
new castles, new cathedrals
new flowers, new petals
all the rest is told by the newspapers
lies, ideologies and destruction
the contemporary feels intelligent
to deconstruct
postcontemporary is consciousness of eternal reconstruction
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