The town was not undone. In the room become weightless, the bestower of freedom covered his beloved with this immense effort of the body, akin to a fluid’s creation by the day. Desire in its alchemy rendered their recent genius essential to that morning’s universe. Far behind them, their mother would betray them no more, their mother so unmoving. Now they preceded the country of their future which contained as yet only the arrow of their mouth whose song had just been born. Their avidity met its object straightaway. They endowed with omnipresence a time free of questioning.
He told her how in days gone by, in the persecuted forests, he would summon animals to whom he brought their chance, how his oath to the imprisoned mountains had made him recognize his exemplary fate and what secret butcher he’d had to conquer before winning in his own eyes his fellowman’s tolerance.
In the room become weightless and gradually unfurling vast expanses of voyage, the bestower of freedom readied himself to disappear, to mingle with other births, once again.
[MAC]