O well. That which hurts of the words. His transfiguration. The water you can't see. The ones that were said and can. Mothers of the universe. Stuck to bite us. contingencies at night Twisted body cats. Outside day of day. Stuck in the eyes. Carried a couple of cats. Cat footprints. Wind wefts on the body. They touch us His footprints amaze us. We are your ports. Pain ports. waves of pain floods. Catastrophes. Your signs. Journeys from within overloaded boats. Power overweight. Sparks from wounds are touched. Without being flesh, nor a free body accompanied by sadness. that I saw yesterday On your burning street Streets of all eyes. Counted the steps of the flight. All neighborhoods loaded with enjoyment; drops of being Your own truth.
Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.