i'm your god

a hairy hand
gripped my shoulder and
caressed by longing's sun,
on the melodic line
of a kaleidoscopic thought,
prognosticating so
the debauchery comportment
of my insomnia, while
it whispered to me tenderly, —
(i'm your god…),
(i give it to you whatever
you could wish for…)
(do it… try me…)
[well, seems I must have
the eyes wide open
while i'm thinking of you]


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