89. PROMETEAN CHAINED

89. PROMETEAN

89 THE RAIN DROP to transmute knowledge SHEAR

FIBER: life (3,2) Beam: Vertigo 3150 Rope with Trs: third attention (3,1) oGAUGE: Beauty, anion 89 PROMETEAN CHAINED

The bubble bursts and the tension remains, Of chains and the duty of reflections In the abysmal premonition, Of a river choking on the sea, Under the harassment of the stellar night. Not having been born old Freedom is brought to the feet of the fire. In the hands of Melponeme To the sun and to the water that is requested after having Blown in the sun; An air, the moon. The heart of the getaway and the exit tunnel. You gave the man the gift And goodbye fuel. Bones and fat As if they saturated.

And to man the entrails of the ox. You gave him meat to fall And entrails to ache Envy of the gods. Y God gave you back The entrails, I gave you back The pain And the eternal vertigo, life. Torn apart For the eagles. In front and above, The answer, the wake of the eternal Ocean and its roaring wings beating, For a symphony to accompany you until the eternity of passion. No one was eternal not even the guts nor or the pyre of the gods, only the sea. In every instant.