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.]