collection 03

eternity

it has been recovered.
what? – eternity.
it’s the sea, drifted
with the sun.

sentinel soul,
whisper your consent,
of the night so void,
and the blazing day.

from human votes,
from common urge
releasing yourself
to rise up and fly.

since from you alone,
embers of satin,
a whiff of duty,
but no „at last“ spoken.

there is no hope,
nothing will appear
knowing with patience,
torture is near.

it has been recovered.
what? – eternity.
it’s the sea, drifted
with the sun.

 

arthur rimbaud