5838 A magnificent rainbow

As in the final scene 

Of the Mesopotamian flood, 

My fragile boats 

Of salvation 

Went around 

On your mountains. 

It is whispered 

In the legends 

That tomorrow, 

When time 

Repeats its hour, 

The doves 

Of this ark, 

Anchored 

In the monotony 

Of my body, 

Will take flight 

Over the grounds 

Of my chest. 

You will then pierce 

My plexus with 

A magnificent rainbow, 

As an eternal pact 

Marking the end 

Of bewilderment.