My Last Prophecy Poem by Atef Ayadi

The universe
Talked
To Eileen
In a moment
Of deep orgasm.
Sound and light came
To her
With resolved spectrum
Like an ancient rainbow.
Distance and time
Crystallized in one
Ring
That fits perfectly Eileen’s ring finger.

Eileen’s eyes,
Eileen face,
And Eileen body are
A clear water of
An endless lake,
That has no bottom and not silt,
But white sand.
A giant bibles
Surging From the old stars
Bring up with them the perfumes
Of young nebula and
Fireworks of the last big bungs.
This is my last prophecy
To see
The universe
Talking to Eileen.