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.]