Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

i was wondering if tomorrow will be heard in my sky's soul some acute echoes in your spoken language, attired in some incantations with proper inklings, while ingests tasty frissons just to lean the fog in spam, sufficiently to can be seen my spectrum's chromaticities in the smoky apparition of your black-golden beam, wrapped in the suave scent of a wild Irish rose, fed by me‥