I saw thee quietly inurned by expert but decrepit hands
And yet the bora came to disperse the ashes before they reached the casket
The hermit contemplated astonished the transience of the powders, that had once generated and nourished an entire existence, now merging with the aether
Sic Transit Gloria Mundi! But then the astonishment became pain, the pain refusal
His gaze tore through the infinite, his shoutings pierced every hollow to the center of the Earth
And after the bora came the mistral
The winds ceased and was the lull
Seasons followed one another
And that day forgotten, that echo vanished and sorrow dispersed Knelt, with clasped hands he sighed: “Cupio dissolvi... Cupio dissolvi!”
