The Most Beautiful Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

The most beautiful is the object
which does not exist
Zbigniew Herbert


The world lies in its indifferent
light of activity - clocks
confuse me with precision
stars splutter under my microscope

there is no snow

in the darkness I bring
the snow with a howling wind
my storms break the gentle flowers

there is no man

I place a figure
on an endless track
in the wind and snow

there is no goal

a flag is set fluttering somewhere
on the edge of the world:
a star above the snow ridge?
a mirage dancing on the ice?

there is no hope

my figure in the snow
moves forward across blind wastes

he will never reach
my limits of reality