to Virginia Woolf

and everything must end inwave of bitterness

that breakjover your head as you walk slowly on your back turned on the world which bursts like a pierced boil

the waves break against the shore

the poison gathers slowly
pushing      effervescent
causes                  symptoms                  of putrefaction

multiply

until the membranes burst      no longer able      to contain it

and it pours out
indescribable horror                            prophecy fulfilled

they break       did break       will break

and yet

there are moments in which the sea is a quiet lake filling the horizon and justifies

the will the will to see

to see it clearly
to be full
of that eternal moment
in which        the world                        is

a radiant visible perfect mechanism

one wave after another        reproduces its splendid        dripping        radiant        balance