About night

In the beginning
there was the night
 
empty

holding spaciously
distant lights

silence


After
there was
continuity

a star rising

a planet gravitating around that star

fluttering wings
continually
until stop.


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I like to say
that the night
was outside
 
but it wasn't
 
I was right inside
right under
my beating heart
 
open - closed - open - closed
 
pumping
particles of darkness
inside my already empty
veins and arteries

 
Was this bad?
 
How could it be?


It was spacious
to say the least


I closed my eyes and
I saw the moon
and the silhouettes of the branches
and the fireflies:

I didn't have to use the big
telescope
to
see
the meteor showers
the rings of saturn
nor any of the eclipses

I just sat
Outside

Inside

and I fell asleep
in contemplation
of my starry nothingness

in the space
intact
of rest
inside my also empty
consciousness.


And there they were:

the mysteries

silences

shapeshifters

the

static

flashes

of the

ever-changing

night.


The millennia, static
and the present, flickering


The dark state of matter.





Then it came
the rain or an insect to fall inside me already sweetened and warm
cup of cacao

or the voice of my family from accross the Universe

or the tingling pain in my back

the feeling of being hot and cold at the same time

the wonderful smells

the aftertaste of myself in my own mouth

to invite me back

out of nothing

to the night outside with bright and loud bombs exploding

with a warm place to sleep in

And work to do, places to go,
migration stamps all over my mind, worries and pain

and the wonder of being alive:

the boredom and the wonder

to be something

to be someone



The senses called me back

It seemed beautiful the experience of being someone
from nothingness:
the experience of this unique world.



Tears ran down my face and I thought:
 
I need to go
I have a dog
I have a sister and the branches of the night spell her name.


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Look through the window into the night
long enough

because this night is a portal
And it's calling your name


The sounds of crickets and frogs
the darkness of possibilities
the infinite kingdom of dreams

They will hold your remembrance.


you know it's necessary

unavoidable

You feel the extense of darkness

the loneliness among all that exists

the longing to be together again.


This night
is a portal


tomorrow you will see yourself
looking at the night reflected in the window
since the night
to the other side
of this particular one


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Distant shadows
giants
stable at night

seen only
at night

tall trees
decorated by fireflies

far from here

whispering
in my ear:


❍


I see
in the shadows
of the night
the names
of my ghosts

The name of my sister

The work I have to do


I see visions in the branches


and they change when i blink

first oblique
then straight


Look
fixedly
and you will also see your names
in the Rorschach night.