And the sex of love

And the sex of love. It has no feet; only bed. As the cold reproduces. Like loneliness alone, sullen, misanthropic, himself a stranger, surly, elusive, withdrawn, surly, elusive, sullen, unsociable, hirsute, unpalatable, detached, furious misanthrope. From the window, loneliness. Out of tune and alone. From the evidence, solar ladder; he was sunbathing alone under the narrow stairwell; skylight dirty with bird droppings. Hours bent knees there spent. I was looking at the light. He lowered his eyes. His lips chewed. Indefinite words not exposed between the thin lips of the dictionaries. Sharp lip blades with thin sharp paper-reinforced blades. White evidence through the skylight entered shouting its definite certainties: «Gaz this. Say this or that, or this other; but never say, because it is not said, because I say it.» Yoyo only has to repeat to be understood thanks to the iterative repetition of the communication with enough thanks so that it does not seem so to the fabulous ears of the informed.

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