COVENANT

I feel sometimes 
       we are his penance
for having made us. He
suffers in us and we partake
       of his sufferings. What 
to do, when it has been done
      already? Where
      to go, when the arrival
is as the departure? Circularity
is a mental condition, the 
animals know nothing of it.

       Seven times have passed
over him, and he is still here.
       When will he return
from his human exile, and will
peace then be restored
       to the flesh?
                    Often
I think that there is no end
to this torment and that the electricity
that convulses us is the fire
       in which a god
burns and is not consumed.