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.]