I dance like a tightrope walker.

I’m the one who falls just after the fall of the equinox.

I am the one who has already crossed over to the other side, who sees the shadow and rejoices in the reflection of the sky in the earth!

Look at me, great king! You’ve built your certainties on an edifice of impulse and effort, of encounters and fair judgements! It’s all so reasonable, it’s sweet, you’ve done your best!

But with me the jaws open to realise the monumental abyss of the unknown that lies beneath our feet, beneath your touching attempts to define the world.

I laugh like the bone that rolls into the temporal bone just below the ear, a true fountain of mystery.

I’m invisible sometimes, terrifying if I want to be.

I’m the start of the real gold, the gold you never knew you had!

Let go for good, friend, you know that only a dancer can ride for you the impetuous flows and unthinkable caresses.

I, the first poet of the name, I the Fool, am spreading the seeds you secretly longed for.

Let it happen, the die is cast anyway, you are already adorned in lace.

Let yourself go with those laughs and tears, that’s the real harvest, the one that escapes you.

I am the real gold, the one you dreamt of in your deepest nights.

You’ve done your best, now the night-time party begins, this is a time for you.

Make the most of it !

 

Nicolas BERNARD

 

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