Sacrifice

There is a fire that does not consume, but that burns nonetheless in all things, and in what can be written of those things. Offer what happens by writing to sacrifice. Repeat, through sacrifice, the burning of things. Sacrificial writing, pyre of the world, let the day offer itself to itself. For is fire not already the day, burning in all things?

‘Then the day sacrifices itself to itself?’ – ‘The day is sacrifice; returning to itself through the burning of things.’ – ‘But nothing is consumed. Nothing is destroyed.’ – ‘Every word is already a destruction. Everything, as it comes to stand by the word, is already destroyed.’ – ‘But where is destruction? Why can’t I see it? Touch it?’ – ‘Because you are also burning. You are also sacrificed.’