Extended mirrors

 Still for. For softness. For that dark. Open body. Shaken at the tip of silence. Mother of the night Not at all then. No noise at night. At the root of the wall under the weight of the lourdeur of the stone. From field street. Extended mirrors. They have the floor. Wind of water I put on. Autumn is. Between two parentheses. Inside the objects with their forms. Shapes of birds writing.

Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.