Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

we tiptoed around it so many-many times with own visions, with the other's visions until we built a realm of the visionaries we tiptoed around it, we're tiptoeing still, to chisel poems' column, to scent chicly message's molecule with the words' atoms we tiptoed, we're tiptoeing still, till we'll stop, as if we'd want to shake up the dream which reminds you to remind me what you miss