All this?"
(Novalis)
Unknown is how Ivonne Fournery started beholding her dead husband through the glass.
Unknown is how Rod Cervantes started beholding her dead wife through the glass
It was a wall of glass, infinite like life itself.
And Ivonne Fournery was in her hellish dormitory, interminable like a tundra.
And Rod Cervantes was in his hellish dormitory, interminable like a tundra.
It was a wall of glass, infinite like life itself.
And Ivonne Fournery was in her hellish dormitory, interminable like a tundra.
And Rod Cervantes was in his hellish dormitory, interminable like a tundra.
The hand of time constantly hurts the dual transmission; and Ivonne Fournery & Rod Cervantes channelize through an atemporal signal of telephotography
[perhaps a safe-conduct between their meta-worlds that escaped from the vigilance of the Nature.]
[perhaps a safe-conduct between their meta-worlds that escaped from the vigilance of the Nature.]
Like electric ghosts behind the wall of glass (which doesn't exist), Ivonne Fournery & Rod Cervantes met with their eyes blackened by the blood, because they are settled in an after forever, and the natural laws cannot be broken.
And the envisioning between Ivonne Fournery & Rod Cervantes exists aside of the ubiquitous hand of time, which incessantly interferes in the telecasted enigma, adding its share of dolor.
And in the coal-black night that smells like footlights and computer screen, they are separated behind the wall of glass
this is, behind the wall of sleep.
this is, behind the wall of sleep.
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