If we knew no frustration,tied to decay in farce of autonomya universal word of condemnationapple falling, stars collapsingin on themselvesmore than Newton knewheart retracting, stony, coldon downward course whose light is but the spark of friction;
If tongues joined in with burning orbs in chorus:but our base noise has toned us deaf to tune,we hide our eyes beneath blanket orange glowshaded by our own reflectionand blind, pass buck to Orion's piercing beams.So aberration, blot in soundscapeMan, of all things made like Wordstand verticallysilent;
If we stuck no fingersin our ears, at Death- children, pretendingthat what they hide their eyes from, isn't there,if could un-man ourselves, mere bruteskill Psychein a fit of suicide- homo sapiens (self-adjudged) - thus sine sciencedeny our soul's here nowthat god may die hereafter: with effect;
Then it were no newsthat God died there and thenthat homo ruined edifice dei, might live again.Then no good that stone forced backspilt tuning power to stone in ground and sky and heart to sing.Then no good news that first fruit risenascended, radiant breathing new dynamicbefore whom all must fall.
Lest you burn, hide in the Sun.
Le lever du soleil
Francis Méan © 2006