Denial of versions

 You, il, tous. Denial of versions. From the gaze, the signifiers, the languages, the “polysemic polysemy” to the bottom of each dictionary. Versions of love, of loving, of being loved by the other as a preference, even singing for joy. Their eyes were not gouged out. The memory was not ripped out. They did not eat their own entrails; neither the beating heart, nor the filtering kidney. Not downcast, not uprooted, not sad. They go back where they come from in the thirst to be loved per se, because yes, by right, because life owes it to them, from the other for life I debit without interest from one.

Random Intratextuality