Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

I can't stop the time and yet, unintended, I remember You for you're not what you hide, in aphotic side unseen but what you've become through own will throwing light to my invisible shape, sensible and mystic in your style invoked, in your air inhaled, in your water, sunk, in your visions, zoomed you not to be dropped in bad magic spells or to be hijacked by my deep-blue mind, deeper than the ocean darker than the night...