I was alone with a chair on a plain <br />Which lost itself in an empty horizon. <br /> <br />The plain was flawlessly paved. <br />Nothing, absolutely nothing but the chair and I <br />were there. <br /> <br />The sky was forever blue, <br />No sun gave life to it. <br /> <br />An inscrutable, insensible light <br />illuminated the infinite plain. <br /> <br />To me this eternal day seemed to be projected -- <br />artificially-- from a different sphere. <br /> <br />I was never sleepy nor hungry nor thirsty, <br />never hot nor cold. <br /> <br />Time was only an abstruse ghost <br />since nothing happened or changed. <br /> <br />In me Time still lived a little <br />This, mainly, thanks to the chair. <br /> <br />Because of my occupation with it <br />I did not completely <br />lose my sense of the past. <br /> <br />Now and then I'd hitch myself, as if I were a horse, to the chair <br />and trot around with it, <br />sometimes in circles, <br />and sometimes straight ahead. <br /> <br />I assume that I succeeded. <br /> <br />Whether I really succeeded I do not know <br />Since there was nothing in space <br />By which I could have checked my movements. <br /> <br />As I sat on the chair I pondered sadly, but not desperately, <br />Why the core of the world exuded such black light.<br /><br />Jean Arp<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-plain/
