In any nothing

 In any nothing. She owes herself. Confidence from pain. Forgiveness for not having believed. With a thousand vain purposes. I've loved you. The hidden keys like ill-seen sores that hide under the hands. No raw sex. Without the opposite. Because love is made with the mouth, that ignorant of the flesh. Where to put the quotes, the normal ones and the big ones. Between rivers of napkins, at the table, at castles of cutlery. Where do I put you? In the stormy heights. Between badly undone parks. With waste of calm. As well as the stark nude of life.

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