Firt steps

When it’s all over
— when the ashes have fallen
When it’s all over
— spinning debris dropped into a crispy streak of the Unknown
When it’s all over
— there will be like the wave of a movement,
— a powerful vector grabbing our guts
— acceleration
When it’s all over
— rhythmic strokes, scraping of bowls on the Grids
When it’s all over
— an eye on the others still gathered there
When it’s all over
— an eye on the half-opened horizon
— what a fantastic light over there on the sea, silk and gold! Silk and gold!
When it’s all over
— an eye in the eye of the Open
— an eye in the eye of the Tiger (oh, tigers and wild leaps in our veins!)
When it’s all over
— this song from the depths, this metaphysical Laughter, this sure hand of the Muse who ventures into Chance
When it’s all over
When it’s all over
When it’s all over.