The surprise

I sit silently at the window, watching the history of tulips grow sublime and fall onto the ground like dead papers being eaten word by word by the lice with time

Surprised to see so much vehemence in the spirit of Madonna to put the garden and the bible at the bay, leaving the dead corpse of the day glittering with petty love girls

I am surprised when you turn up from nowhere to the mirror on the main door, empty-handed.

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