Can anyone translate this for me?
La tapisserie continue de s'éloigner du mur. Ce sera bientôt fini. Tu penses. Car il y a de l'extérieur, déjà, Dans ta bouche. Et je ne sais pas que tirer de ton silence.
I guess this is some kind of poetry (look at capital letter suggesting verses), that I feel was written by someone having taken in some kind of drug... I tend to think the scene is about a couple, the writer thinking while his/her partner is going to leave the room, maybe to quit forever (bientôt fini, extérieur) and eager to do so (de l'extérieur... dans ta bouche); no words exchanged (silence); when it comes to the tapestry moving away from the wall, well maybe the author is dying and this would be a metaphor about his distorted perceptions ? Maybe Soyer could tell us more ?...