Upright poem

 We were in memory. The larks hung from the sky. Dreams hung. Paper dreams. Upright poem. As if it were the horizon of life. They all sound with the sound of the stars. They tremble when the pain hurts. Me with you, alone. We were present. Presents in love. In that embryonic time. Where the cry stands out. From the delivery neck. Although dropped tongue. It is pleasure time not felt. As for any beast. Suddenly the beast makes dikes in the motionless depth.

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