Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

you… and I… write different stuff at unpredictable intervals of time; the experiment looks like a temperamentalish naked poetry; but in very deed, — it's a sense of humor in our mood; it's life's pulse we trapped in its battle scars and broken hearts; it's our dark sky of winter's leisurely crystallized by drones' foam; it's wish's degree pulverizing oneness to affect today, our atoms' thrill; it's a hug and kiss, sent and caught, (nervelessly), (for love shrills us both);