Made of fire. Part eight. The ashes interlude

Indigo and black

Their names
Will start a new page
Of human beings
Becoming a centre of progress,
Of our nation
Obtaining full scientific capacity,
Becoming the thriving,
Exuberant and productive
Real centre of Europe.


They are shadows
And they are
Deep oceans
Of the sky's
Cold, clarity and complexity.

The two bound
By means of thought
And liberated
By means of public action.

Peace and victory,
Waves and silence,
Correct quotations
And the dignity of brave deeds.


They will outlive their time.

And will be reinvented by Century Thirty-Eight.

As posthuman, transhuman entities.

End of story, but not the end of events.

Under black cloth and digital ashes,

Day eight.


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