This dialogued eternity of Vera and Demee

"On her neck I welcomed the new life with ecstatic tears. It was the first, the only dream... "
(Novalis, "Hymns to the Night")

































VERA. "Born again?"



DEMEE. Yes Vera splendent, "born again", and you knew I was waiting for you.
For you from beyond the...



VERA. Death!



DEMEE. Life.



VERA. Death. 
That spectre behind you and behind me. That ghost that runs behind the life, like her sister, playing like little girls.
I came to comprehend, Demee strange, the world is nothing with out us.

And do you remember, my beloved Demee, how many times we...



DEMEE... Speculated about it. Yes, I remember as if it happened yesterday.
Yesterday in our... 500? 1000 years? 
3000 years, Vera indomitable?
Now we know, and still don't know.

During your absence I maintained myself like that man who is submersed into vegetative coma during which I couldn't... remember your pain, when your tears...



VERA... Wetted you. I still remember when my tears wetted you. Each and every time they did.
And I still remember things that you said and you don't remember but... do you cry now?
Why?



DEMEE... Nevermind, it's just... it just was a lapsus. I'm ok, I am alright

we shouldn't cry in this overwhelmingly lustrous lastingness, in this eminent glory of you and of me and of everyone else

in this heavenly continuum where no God or angel seem to arrive or -ever- exist, Vera, miel of my eyes, my sweet love.

In this celestial persistence for which we weren't...



VERA... Instructed?
Ah, no one taught us how to face this eternal recurrence, this perpetual return of our neverending existence, beautiful Demee.
No one imparted us instructions about it... and how many times we dreamt we...



DEMEE... could live forever. 
One hundred thousand times, Vera. 

One hundred thousand times.



VERA. During your next disappearance I will stay... lost.
Lost again, as I was during your latest absence, until you returned, because, as you see, the animation is perpetual but not...



DEMEE... Not uninterrupted, like our dialog.
Animation that is like fractured poesy, Vera essential.

But we are more important than poesy, we both; copious, insufferable... and I drink a toast to our times of fastidiousness, too, Vera my trance.
A toast in this ins...


VERA... Insurmountably everlasting space of ours? This planet of our existence in which we are linked?
Linked physically, in this Ultra-Schopenhauerian planet.
In this cyclical anti-chronology, Demee, bitter-sweet life of mine; and do you know...


DEMEE... Why?

Because we learned to lose the fear... and how long we've been walking under this repetition, Vera? Under these repeated night skies.
How many millennia, you, and me

and them under this reiteration that is never exactly the same?


VERA. Shut your mouth Demee of flesh, let's go out to the life once again
out of this planetal night... or don't you know by now that the day breaks when you discover it?


Demee.