“How” you are in the place of oblivion

 "How" you are in the place of oblivion les angles morts de la mémoire de la con(s)ciencia trompe-l'être truquée incertitude fell the bed reappeared resuming the hours the same as always over and over again the same old ones live dreaming the sea ​​of ​​things I was only envious of your dream beyond the forest of complaint