Mirage of thorns

 I think. They don't believe that. Mirage of thorns. And of fallen names. Silenced by the mute absence. Time of lost loves and melancholy. Of the first love. Of life as air. Those pinches of soul that keep us in sweet anguish. Supposed love poems in grief. In fact: poems-absences. Even from mirror absence. Nice night then! Of those. Cages of weakness. Where names tremble in their darkness of name. Those that describe hugs.

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