UN COUP DE DÉS

                              JAMAIS

                                                                                                    QUAND BIEN MÊME LANCÉ DANS DES CIRCONSTANCES
                                                                                                                            ÉTERNELLES
                                                                                                        DU FOND D’UN NAUFRAGE

         SOIT
        que
     l’Abîme
             blanchi
               étale
             furieux
         sous une inclinaison
                plane désespérément
                    d’aile
      la sienne
                                                                                                             par avance retombée d’un mal à dresser le vol
                                                                                                             et couvrant les jaillissements
                                                                                                      coupant au ras les bonds
                                                                                                            très à l’intérieur résume
                                                                                                               l’ombre enfouie dans la profondeur par cette voile alternative
                                                                                                       jusqu’adapter
                                                                                                              à l’envergure
                                                                                                                      sa béante profondeur en tant que la coque
                                                                                                           d’un bâtiment
                                                                                                         penché de l’un ou l’autre bord

              LE MAÎTRE
                        surgi
                                                                                                                   hors d’anciens calculs
               inférant
                                                                                                                         où la manœuvre avec l’âge oubliée
                                                                                                           jadis il empoignait la barre
       de cette conflagration à ses pieds
                                                                                                      de l’horizon unanime
       que se prépare
                                                                                                           s’agite et mêle
                                                                                                         au poing qui l’étreindrait
                       comme on menace un destin et les vents
              l’unique Nombre qui ne peut pas être un autre
                                                                                                         Esprit
                                                                                                                   pour le jeter
                                                                                                         dans la tempête
                                                                                                                             en reployer la division et passer fier
           hésite
cadavre par le bras écarté du secret qu’il détient
        plutôt
     que de jouer
            en maniaque chenu
 la partie
            au nom des flots
                                                                                                                un envahit le chef
                                                                                                                        coule en barbe soumise
  naufrage cela direct de l’homme
                                                                                                             sans nef
                                                                                                     n’importe
                                                                                                               où vaine

ancestralement à n’ouvrir pas la main
  crispée
              par-delà l’inutile tête
       legs en la disparition
                     à quelqu’un
              ambigu
                    l’ultérieur démon immémorial
                     ayant
 de contrées nulles
              induit
                     le vieillard vers cette conjonction suprême avec la probabilité
                        celui
         son ombre puérile
        caressée et polie et rendue et lavée
            assouplie par la vague et soustraite
                    aux durs os perdus entre les ais
                 né
         d’un ébat
    la mer par l’aïeul tentant ou l’aïeul contre la mer
               une chance oiseuse
     Fiançailles
                         dont
       le voile d’illusion rejailli leur hantise
                ainsi que le fantôme d’un geste
    chancellera
                       s’affalera
                     folie

                          N’ABOLIRA

                      COMME SI
     Une insinuation simple
 au silence enroulée avec ironie
                                                                                                                        ou
                                                                                                                       le mystère
                                                                                                       précipité
                                                                                                      hurlé
      dans quelque proche tourbillon d’hilarité et d’horreur
        voltige autour du gouffre
                                                                                                     sans le joncher
                                                                                                          ni fuir
                                                                                                                   et en berce le vierge indice
                                                                                                           COMME SI

     plume solitaire éperdue
                                                                                                                             sauf que la rencontre ou l’effleure une toque de minuit
                                                                                                                         et immobilise
                                                                                                                   au velours chiffonné par un esclaffement sombre
                                                                                                        cette blancheur rigide
                                                                                                                dérisoire
                                                                                                           en opposition au ciel
                                                                                                                     trop
                                                                                                                    pour ne pas marquer
                                                                                                                          exigüment
                                                                                                                   quiconque
                                                                                                                       prince amer de l’écueil
                                                                                                            s’en coiffe comme de l’héroïque
                                                                                                                        irrésistible mais contenu
                                                                                                    par sa petite raison virile
                                                                                                                           en foudre

        soucieux
                         expiatoire et pubère
         muet
                                                                                                             rire
                                                                                                       que
                                                                                                                   SI
La lucide et seigneuriale aigrette de vertige
       au front invisible
        scintille
     puis ombrage
                         une stature mignonne ténébreuse debout
     en sa torsion de sirène
                                                                                                                     le temps
                                                                                                                            de souffleter
                  par d’impatientes squames ultimes bifurquées
                                                                                                                            un roc
                                                                                                      faux manoir
                                                                                                                            tout de suite
                                                                                                            évaporé en brumes
                                                                                                       qui imposa
                                                                                                              une borne à l’infini

            C'ÉTAIT
        issu stellaire LE NOMBRE
                                                                                                                       EXISTÂT-IL
                                                                                                                   autrement qu’hallucination éparse d’agonie
                                                                                                                       COMMENÇÂT-IL ET CESSÂT-IL
                                                                                                               sourdant que nié et clos quand apparu
                                                                                                                enfin
                                                                                                                            par quelque profusion répandue en rareté
                                                                                                        SE CHIFFRÂT-IL
                                                                                                    évidence de la somme pour peu qu’une
                                                                                                       ILLUMINÂT-IL
          CE SERAIT
              pire
               non
                       davantage ni moins
                   indifféremment mais autant

                              LE HASARD

                                                                                                                   Choit
                                                                                                     la plume
                                                                                                         rythmique suspens du sinistre
                                                                                                       s’ensevelir
                                                                                                                 aux écumes orginelles
                                                                                                                        naguères d’où sursauta son délire jusqu’à une cime
                                                                                                                        flétrie
                                                                                                           par la neutralité identique du gouffre

        RIEN
                        de la mémorable crise
                 ou se fût
                       l’évènement accompli en vue de tout résultat nul
                                                                                                    humain
                                                                                                           N’AURA EU LIEU
                                                                                                       une élévation ordinaire verse l’absence
                                                                                                              QUE LE LIEU
                                                                                                             inférieur clapotis quelconque comme pour disperser l’acte vide
                                                                                                                        abruptement qui sinon
                                                                                                                             par son mensonge
                                                                                                                      eût fondé
                                                                                                     la perdition
                                                                                                                  dans ces parages
                                                                                                        du vague
                                                                                                                       en quoi toute réalité se dissout

                      EXCEPTÉ
        à l’altitude
             PEUT-ÊTRE
               aussi loin qu’un endroit fusionne avec au-delà
                                                                                                                 hors l’intérêt
                                                                                                                             quant à lui signalé
                                                                                                              en général
                                                                                                                selon telle obliquité par telle déclivité
                                                                                                               de feux
                                                                                                              vers
                                                                                                                   ce doit être
                                                                                                        le Septentrion aussi Nord
                                                                                                      UNE CONSTELLATION
                                                                                                      froide d’oubli et de désuétude
                                                                                                                     pas tant
                                                                                                                      qu’elle n’énumère
                                                                                                                        sur quelque surface vacante et supérieure
                                                                                                                    le heurt successif
                                                                                                           sidéralement
                                                                                                       d’un compte total en formation
                                                                                                    veillant
                                                                                                           doutant
                                                                                                      roulant
                                                                                                                   brillant et méditant
                                                                                                               avant de s’arrêter
                                                                                                            à quelque point dernier qui le sacre
                                                                                                        Toute Pensée émet un Coup de Dés



[Stéphane Mallarmé, poème paru en 1897 dans la revue Cosmopolis puis publié en 1914 dans La Nouvelle Revue Française.]