With every blink of an eye you mutter this mantra over and over
in the presence of a flame (which you can not control any longer, as it has consumed our homes and lives)
it strikes you across as lightning through clear night
nothing but a prayer remains, sneaking unashamed across cracks and shadows, crouched and perennial like melancholy, exposing how shameful it is to exist
We pray for the idea of freedom to be forgotten, as it can no longer explain who we are
Nor who we may even ever be
Words amiss to encapsulate the void consuming your patience
It’s henceforth spawned from your entrails
An infinite incancation emanating from the mouth, a blessing yet indescribable:
Let me feel the eternal embrace as I fall
May the moment freeze as my armor betrays me
(whom I endlessly betrayed too, devoid of care)
Let us remain immune to the chains that bind us to science
And I implore (ruego) for the waters guarded so zealously by the gods
May they too descend from the sky
And the unquenchable thirst be finally calmed.
Long for the heat of this flame, for you believe in time and your life is extinguishing
Long for certainty’s touch no longer than a second, as it’s vile and deceitful
Words hold no passion, mere gasps and sighs blended in saliva, converting your prayer into verb
Unaltering physics, yet twisting the whole world
This prayer, a covenant concerning you alone
Defining you like tears or a lie.
At every moment, perpetually
I implore (ruego).