To the Egyptian canid

 Like a travel pen. Sometimes, sometimes, half, half, sometimes, sometimes, sometimes the whole day, it's never too late. Also, love. Everywhere. in each root. In the salts Long desert days. in his thirst “Secure.” Sécheresse. You snatch loneliness. To the Egyptian canid god with his wide marked stone ribs.

Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.