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.]