Our plot of silence

 The Self locked in its mistrust. With his monsters on his back. And you, and you. And me and me. Our plot of silence. Beautiful tyrant. When you take it while you wait. The help of another time still lost in its dimension. Sigh, sigh every second of life. While e is left with the echo of dry hands.

Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.