I always wanted to write an invisible poem...

I know exactly what I will put inside; an Eastern landscape, a purple horizon, indelible, a quivering of eyelids on a voice, furious savours, scents per hundreds, small sobs of nearest loneliness, exciting a desire for living... as in films of Charlot.

Then, in an ultimate metaphor, I will widen, widen, widen this poem, until the world absorbs there.