To scorched lands offered to dreams

 To both sides. Where the sunset sits on the lips. They shine there. With stormy mouth. With a clear voice. Your words in words in my mouth. There rest the calm. Before birth and death. At the bottom of the blood runs the water. It reverses its course; its use with fire. To scorched lands offered to dreams.

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