(dé)order deconstructed

 (dé)order deconstructed deconstructed damaged humans nothing far from love almost surprised in their own mirror in their noble begetting in two words près des l'odeurs tact sons images of being a blade take shape thought is reborn in color precious stone in the eyes principle of smell that from the beginning is breathed under the first first and final shadow after the first closing of the "visual" eyes confused between false noises of understanding that continuously make love for the sole benefit of loving themselves inside the conjuring suitcase inside from which the cut body never ends, although pain comes and goes as an expression on the magical stage before the public blinded by the smoke of passion