About my head around

 About my head around. It even occurred to me to believe in existence. With the very strong clarity of my hands. For them triumph over memories. Free from me. Of my new oblivion. To my new oblivion you sound. To the love of another stay. By loving from another stay. The one that always crosses in front of you. From your mouth, from mine. That open belly. Which now, on this insomniac afternoon, occurs to me. With that divine clarity of triumph. In his twin memories. From me, from my oblivion. Just as you sound like a vivid promise fulfilled now as life fulfilled and, perhaps, also in the next one, that there is no other left for us as the next stop or invisible station where life itself owes us nothing.

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