Sleep in the belly of the dream

 Sleep in the belly of the dream, in the lines of the hand, trapped by dreams. The birds repaired their gaze. Complicit winks. Flowered in the arboreal orchards. They run among the fruity sweet smells. Flowers safely on the branches. At the service of the volatile perfume. Bark pore cattle. From the sap to the air. Woven threads of trees.

SubIrrealism in a mirror. Random intratextuality.