Story

I.

Nothing is measured
to bring little in lots

Nothing is touched
for vapourous tones

Nothing is turned
if ready or not

Nothing is shaped
be it formal dissolve

II.

The one and the many
of nothing engaged

The sun explodes
the divine scattered run

The colours, the colours!

The contours, the line,
and extension

From point to point
rages delicate
love and sin

III.

The duty of lovers
the violence of loci
engaged

Let there be light
in the nothingness