He had a bald tongue

 He had a bald tongue. I know, it is not said. But it is told to me by itself with the elusive metonymy. It slides between the absent hairs. It slides like the streets of cities. Passers-by skate. From one to another, like a game of goose, they communicate frantically. The city talks. The steps of each other. Some roll down by mistaken stumbles. Skip the ambiguity from element to element.

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