ODE TO THE AIR

... the air shines,
glistens, and sparkles,
it rises, it rises, and it ascends,
it feels,
it vibrates,
it beats, and it lives...
and, like a profound ecstasy,
a triumphant impulse to dare and reach upwards arises and gathers within it;
... oh, oh, if only you could observe with me, this magical halo of such magnificent and pure light,
this golden attire, its aesthetic song and being, its voice, its infinity of soul...!!!
... at what hour, I say, with what instant of love it ignites and burns,
that it gives everything and imprints everything in its memories, like certain signatures,
that forgetting is in vain;
…mysterious life, this, without apparent knowledge or vision, like a breastplate or a shield burning hot,
like a stone-law over faith and reason, like a harsh shackle-shelter of present rigidity, cosmic and earthly;
…and yet…this face: its magnificence,
the architecture of a subtle, unfading, and intimate flight,
together with a voice of silence that bursts forth and saves with mighty force,
singing and scorching with energetic, intrepid, and courageous, divine and redemptive words;
…no, no woman or man will ever, ever be a dead lotus,
ah, no, and never, never…;
How else could this aerial, limpid, and total exaltation emerge and be in itself and in me:
this immense joy,
this luminescence with silks and alabasters like a sign of splendor,
or this, this highest contemplation of ineffable texture and immortal throb, how…
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Antonio Justel/Orion de Panthoseas
https://oriondepanthoseas
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