He walked backwards the return

 He walked backwards the return. One must be the returned. In between dreamtime. And you. Me too. Our pain. In the mouth. In our never. In one of you I have. If something is love. If we are tomorrow. Its taste of adjoining love. To wake up that is not forgotten. Cloth of your pupils. Bunch of your nerves that are not forgotten. Dream of your veins Immersed in you on an eternal and intermittent journey, same and variable, in a face of I love you alone, same and another, with us and alone, in your life and ours, in life lost, in our love found.

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