Are you a living princess or her shadow? Let me kiss your fingers and their rings, and bid you Walk no longer in an unknown age... - Stéphane Mallarmé

Magical shadow with symbolic powers! A voice from the distant past, an evocation, Is it not mine prepared for incantation?

I feel in my sinews The spreading of shadows Converging together With a shiver And in solitary vigil After flights triumphal My head rise From this scythe Through a clean rupture That serves to dissever The ancient disharmony With the body As drunk from fasting It persists in following With a haggard bound Its gaze profound Up where the frozen Absolute has chosen That nothing shall measure Its vastness, O glacier But according to a ritual Illumined by the principle That chose my consecration It extends a salutation.

A throw of the dice will never abolish chance.