STATEMENT

Each one to their fountain
Each one to their baths
Because the horizon is the weeping wall of our dreams
WE SHALL RETURN
Said the ultraviolet ones
The flying saucers said
WE ARE INVISIBLE
The anarchists went out
The anarchist
Each one to its medicines
To each one its measure
Red and green, pure black
Red and blood after the sacrifice
We carry the altar inside
The procession is all that
We are witnesses of this time
Each one to its own truth and without guilt.