ALTAR

Offer your temple to everything
Ultimate fight against the oblivion of the moment

I see and offer through this singular place food to those who feed
Is it so strange to converse with the object?

This object is another, I take it out, give it shape, transform it into a brother,
who watches and accompanies, in the almost inaudible murmur,
of a conversation with oneself.

Divert to gather, extract to see it grow,
What plastic form could friendship adopt?

Consciousness protocol, creation of a specific language
faced with the indifference of the object and of the accompanying phenomenon.
Much less garish than a hymn,
an altar to joy.