Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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]