The word makes its entrance on a background of darkness

 The word makes its entrance on a background of darkness. The words induced by the crazy metaphors are entangled in a mad stampede of flight. And already, already, too long for the view. Short. Ashort. Rest your mind from the front. For humanity of God. a prodigy Intricate and absolute. Sometimes, due to the stench of time, mute. Yesterday, I remember. Today, yesterday, in memory. Talk to me about memory. from memory On account of trust in certainty. That myth. It is a perpetual yesterday. With the hardness of what lasts. Hardened by the friction of the hours. The hours touched erotically. No way. Nor resist. How to resist words! To their incessant chains. To his chain tour. Gears. Steel hooks that are stuck in the asphalt of the route. Have been to make you. They make you without the slightest intention. They make you be for you As the only meeting. Escape encounters. Running ahead of pain. Crossed. Rails of hard sleepers. Trains towards the horizon scatter. Who never comes from nowhere; he always stays fixed, with his poker face, where the gaze puts him.

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