in the beginning,
there was the word,
there was the one who uttered it,
there was the one who heard.

then there were two souls,
two interlocutors within a language game,
but did they understand each other?
and was the meaning that one uttered
and that the other heard, the same?
they could not know..

and in the end..
only the Devil knows what came to be.
God whispered it (His final word) into the Devil’s ear..
and now the fates shall carry out the Devil’s labor..
and now the poet bargains with his muses once again..
for just another favor.