By Cleo Varra (IG: @cleovarra)
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-I-
Covert watcher between earth and
heaven, in the clouds or in the blue glance
of a falling shadow, you open
this world like a book showing all
that has happened, full of incoming
and disappearing meaning.
What are these secret affinities
you travel through?
-II-
Since time immemorial, a river
has flowed around me. I cannot
interpret for you its whirling colors,
and I cannot describe its form.
Through it I find a deep
transparence. I open
my eyes to savor, in an instantaneous
flash of perception, the whole
of my surroundings: distinctly I see
any place or persons through which
I have gently forced my way.
It plays out right before my eyes; or I visit
all as in a waking dream.
The spirit of your age is a harmony
of contradictions, and I am borne
upon its currents.
Covert watcher between earth and
heaven, in the clouds or in the blue glance
of a falling shadow, you open
this world like a book showing all
that has happened, full of incoming
and disappearing meaning.
What are these secret affinities
you travel through?
-II-
Since time immemorial, a river
has flowed around me. I cannot
interpret for you its whirling colors,
and I cannot describe its form.
Through it I find a deep
transparence. I open
my eyes to savor, in an instantaneous
flash of perception, the whole
of my surroundings: distinctly I see
any place or persons through which
I have gently forced my way.
It plays out right before my eyes; or I visit
all as in a waking dream.
The spirit of your age is a harmony
of contradictions, and I am borne
upon its currents.