A world in the back of the mirrors

 A world in the back of the mirrors is nothing to write home about like breaking your mouth when words come out. There is no substitute for the rotten heart when looking clockwise within the pulse. Close the door in front of the eyes that incredulous look at what the eyes cost: plus an arm and a leg together with the other members. Tell me what you want and they will tell you who you are to lend you a hand out of the balcony while they sleep soundly and clenched fists and intelligent octopus arms whose mouths become salty water and vinegar in the rapid flash of a blink of both eyes.

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