From other parallel Dimensions

 From screaming colors to screaming dreams. They are the small days to live. His glass hands. Caught in the light From other parallel Dimensions. Light crosses universes. Because you told me, you gave me a long look, manna made a body. With your hands wounded pupils. Your wounds look like a trip. A collision of features. Brushstrokes that explode. They insist on painting dreams.

ense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.