You have always known
that a moment will come
- it's lurking here already, it's below, it's inside -

when disorder will have won
unconditionally
without a single survivor

an abc, a whatsoever general
ground, a single gesture.

But maybe even things as they are
have an order

so vast
it overflows the frame

as never to enter
anyone's mind

so the ultimate real fits
with pure abstraction

like at night
when being and not being
anything
are the same.

Translation: Moira Egan and Damiano Abeni