Oblivion was so sung

 Oblivion was so sung. How not to forget you! Lofty oblivion. In the streets that know nothing. Where the corners of love were erased. Even their names in the memories. Door numbers were swapped. You are upside down; opening upside down. Steps on the roofs. The memory dripping from the skulls left behind puzzles that, in the form of misshapen spots, waited in oblivion for willing hands.

Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.