A (..) torn in four pieces that I can’t remember
I walk like the two of swords with blind folded memory
A (..) torn in four pieces that I can’t remember
I’ve listed out all the names starting with an R, that I knew of
Rimbaud
Renault
Renoir
Roden
Rene
R
I don’t know I can’t seem to remember
All I recall is that painting of the Ox crucified and how moving I find it
I know Helene Cixous wrote about it, was it her who wrote about it? I can’t remember
All I know is that my head hurts when I try to remember
It’s like looking for (..) torn in four small square pieces scattered in layers of sand
The last sedimentation on earth is blind folded memory
I look around I search
Searching inside doesn’t work I need to talk to someone
I text you
And I remember I remember Rembrandt and I faint