The Real Bird of Paradise

The universe
exists
the bird proclaims
in versions
without number.

With parrot beak
she picks its secrets
one by one:
from black starred skies;
from ocean foam;
from rocky blobs
that break the surface
of an angry foam;
by breaking ice
on frozen seas;
from desert sands...

unrolling them
before the lovers' eyes.

This is
the arcane knowledge
of the want-to-know
not need to know
obsessing Eden
then and now,

the venal sin
of self-importance
how the mystery compels:
shown must be known
known must be used
used is abused
the world is bruised.

Where flies
infinity
of all infinities,
love being one?
(Love being the essential one.)
How many
constellations
in how many versions
of the bird
the woman
and the man?

The bird is birthplace of
the constellations
still to come.