UN COUP DE DÉS

 

 

JAMAIS

 

           

 

 

            QUAND BIEN MÊME LANCÉ DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES 

ÉTERNELLES

 

DU FOND D’UN NAUFRAGE

 

SOIT

           

            que

                       

                        l’Abîme

blanchi

           

            étale

                       

                        furieux

                                  

                                   sous une inclinaison

                                               plane désespérément

                                                           d’aile

                                                     la sienne

                                                                       par                 avance retombée d’un mal à dresser le vol                                                                                                            et couvrant les jaillissements

                                                                                                          coupant au ras les bonds

 

 

                                                                                  très à l’intérieur résume

 

l’ombre enfouie dans la profondeur par cette voile alternative

           

                                                           jusqu’adapter

                                                                       à l’envergure

 

                        sa béante profondeur en tant que la coque

 

                                               d’un bâtiment

 

                                   penché de l’un ou l’autre bord

LE MAÎTRE                                                                                      hors d’anciens calculs

                                                                                                          où la manœuvre avec l’âge oubliée

surgi

            inférant                                                                                              jadis il empoignait la barre

 

                                   de cette conflagration            à ses pieds

                                                                                              de l’horizon unanime

 

                                                           que se prépare

                                                                       s’agite et mêle

                                                                                  au poing qui l’étreindrait

                                               comme on menace       un destin et les vents

 

            l’unique Nombre qui ne peut pas                    être un autre

 

                                                                                                          Esprit

                                                                                                                      pour le jeter

                                                                                                                                             dans la tempête

                                                                                                                     en reployer la division et passer fier

                                                          

                                                           hésite

                                      cadavre par le bras                        écarté du secret qu’il détient

plutôt

            que de jouer

                        en maniaque chenu

                                          la partie

                                   au nom des flots

 

                                                                       un                     envahit le chef

                                                                                              coule en barbe soumise

 

                                                           naufrage cela               direct de l’homme

                                                                                                         

                                                                                                          sans nef

                                                                                                                      n’importe

                                                                                                                                             où vaine

ancestralement à n’ouvrir pas la main

                                                           crispée

                                                par delà l’inutile tête

 

                        legs en la disparition

 

                                                           à quelqu’un

                                                                                              ambigu

 

                                   l’ultérieur démon immémorial

 

ayant

            de contrées nulles

                                               induit

le vieillard vers cette conjonction suprême avec la probabilité

 

                                                           celui

                                                                       son ombre puérile

caressée et polie et rendue et lavée

                                   assouplie par la vague et soustraite 

                              aux durs os perdus entre les ais

 

                                                          

                                                               d’un ébat

la mer par l’aïeul tentant ou l’aïeul contre la mer

                                   une chance oiseuse

 

                                                                                  Fiançailles

dont

            le voile d’illusion rejailli leur hantise

            ainsi que le fantôme d’un geste

 

                                               chancellera

                                               s’affalera

                                  

                                                                       folie                                             N’ABOLIRA

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

COMME SI

                                                           Une insinuation     simple

 

                                                              au silence          enroulée avec ironie

                                                                                                                       ou

                                                                                                                           le mystère

                                                                                                                                         précipité

                                                                                                                                                       hurlé

 

                                                dans quelque proche tourbillon d’hilarité et d’horreur

 

                                                                        voltige autour du gouffre

                                                                                                                       sans le joncher

                                                                                                                                              ni fuir

                                                                                                                     

                                                                                                                       et en berce le vierge indice

 

                                                                                                                                                         COMME SI

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                   plume solitaire éperdue

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                        sauf       que la rencontre ou l’effleure une toque de minuit

                                                                                                           et immobilise

                                                                                   au velours chiffonné par un esclaffement sombre

 

 

                                                                                              cette blancheur rigide

 

                                                dérisoire

                                                                                               en opposition au ciel

                                                                                   trop

                                                                                            pour ne pas marquer

                                                                                                                       exigüment

                                                                                                                                 quiconque

 

                                                                                               prince amer de l’écueil

 

                                                                                          s’en coiffe comme de l’héroïque

                                                                                               irrésistible mais contenu

                                                                                               par sa petite raison virile

                                                                                                                                                          en foudre

soucieux

             expiatoire et pubère

                                                           muet                                                   rire

                                                                      

                                                                                                                                  que

 

                                                                                                                                                         SI

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                    La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette         de vertige

                                                          au front invisible

                                          scintille

                                                         puis ombrage

                                    une stature mignonne ténébreuse debout

                                               en sa torsion de sirène

                                                                                                           le temps

                                                                                                                      de souffleter

                                    par d’impatientes squames ultimes bifurquées

 

                                                                                                                       un roc

 

                                                                                                           faux manoir

                                                                                                                       tout de suite

                                                                                                                                  évaporé en brumes

 

                                                                                                                           qui imposa

                                                                                                                                  une borne à l’infini

                                              

 

                                                            C’ÉTAIT                                                       LE NOMBRE

                                                            issu stellaire

                                                                                             

                                                                                                                             EXISTÂT-IL

                                                                                                               autrement qu’hallucination éparse d’agonie

 

                                                                                                                 COMMENÇÂT-IL ET CESSÂT-IL

                                                                                                               sourdant que nié et clos quand apparu

                                                                                                                                   enfin 

par quelque profusion répandue en rareté

SE CHIFFRÂT-IL

 

                                                                                                                      évidence de la somme pour peu qu’une

ILLUMINÂT-IL

 

 

 

 

CE SERAIT

            pire

                         non

                                    davantage ni moins

                                                                 indifféremment mais autant                      LE HASARD

 

 

 

                                                                                                                      Choit

                                                                                                                           la plume

                                                                                                                                       rythmique suspens du sinistre

 s’ensevelir

                                                                                                                                                  aux écumes originelles

                                                                                                                  naguères d’où sursauta son délire jusqu’à une cime

                                                                                                                                              flétrie

                                                                                                                       par la neutralité identique du gouffre

 

 

 

 

 

 

                         RIEN

 

 

                                de la mémorable crise

                                         ou se fût

                                             l’événement                                accompli en vue de tout résultat nul

                                                                                                                                                         humain

 

                                                                                                                              N’AURA EU LIEU

                                                                                                          une élévation ordinaire verse l’absence

 

                                                                                                                                                  QUE LE LIEU

inférieur clapotis quelconque comme pour disperser l’acte vide

                                                                                                                      abruptement qui sinon

                                                                                                                 par son mensonge

                                                                                                                                eût fondé

                                                                                                                             la perdition

 

                                                                            dans ces parages

                                                                                                          du vague

                                                                                                                            en quoi toute réalité se dissout

EXCEPTÉ

                  à l’altitude

                                   PEUT-ÊTRE

                                                      aussi loin qu’un endroit fusionne avec au delà

 

                                                                                                                                  hors l’intérêt 

                                                                                                                              quant à lui signalé

en général
                                                                                                          selon telle obliquité par telle déclivité

 

de feux

 

                                                                                                                      vers

                                                                                                                           ce doit être

                                                                                                                                 le Septentrion aussi Nord

 

                         UNE CONSTELLATION

 

                                                                                                          froide d’oubli et de désuétude

                                                                                                                                             pas tant

                                                                                                                                 qu’elle n’énumère

                                                                                                          sur quelque surface vacante et supérieure

                                                                                                                                 le heurt successif

                                                                                                                                                        sidéralement

                                                                                                          d’un compte total en formation

 

                                                                                              veillant

                                                                                                          doutant

                                                                                                                      roulant

                                                                                                                                 brillant et méditant

                                                                                                                                            

                                                                                                                                     avant de s’arrêter

                                                                                                                      à quelque point dernier qui le sacre

 

                                                                                                                     Toute Pensée émet un Coup de Dés