Like the Dead Sea

 Like the Dead Sea. Where everything floats. About the heaviness of water. That mixture of you. And you, And you, though. When one one one. In me you cause me. Soul of my flesh. Taking me out of the sweet agony. discomfort as a cause. Of the life. I would say stop the talkative silence. In ritual, it starts. In us it is prolonged. Eye initiation. In the loss of eyes. Fable wonders. We look for each other. In the tangle of our blind existence.

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