Sure to enter the Kingdom of Heaven

 We were both going. By the city. Like no one happy. As they unhappy. Counting doors. Remembering. Mental feet. Those of others. Come to strangers. His breathing echoes in our ears. And his street words. His said moments. She and me. We resonate. We vibrate. Come down and blind. Insurance. To enter the Kingdom of Heaven.

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