Mad Time

I’ve felt you, mad time

Hitting your hoof on my soul

You smashed your head

On me

On the Universe

On God

And you came

To make roots of light

Into my body

And my soul

You left your claws

On my love

On my thought

You made me distrust everyone

To doubt myself

To doubt those near me

And God

To be your truthful servant

As for many years you have nestled

Into my body

And my soul

Only a spark managed to brake free

Of your hoof’s stroke

And your rust’s burial

Time, a ghost without returning,

Having no face, no soul, no God

Flowing, irreversible dimension

Listen to what I have to say

You hit me

But an immortal flower

Was born beyond you.

Oh! In your struggle listen to

 What I am telling you

“I am what I have been

What I am

What I shall be

Nobody has ever seen my face”

My passage lays in your face

What has escaped is beyond

Me

You

It’s God’s empire.