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.]