Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

in the spatial pub of a dream, your time reserved the table, — music; the crystalline gestures of us are orchestrating the main menu; we taste a smile, but dessert winks at us, pushing the moment into a yum ambiance; we're admired by a hug and a kiss which do pirouettes on poetry's floor (...in the spatial pub of a dream)

I'm not beautiful. I'm not ugly. I'm better. I am that something which can beautify a moment you ask for it. I am a soul giving a word. I am what your mind is looking for. An emotion. I am a dream in a waking world. A waking world hungry for new. A waking world thirsty for life. A waking world for countless reasons. I'm something you might love. But I am something you could also hate. I'm that something that gives you the strength, to be able to do. I'm in you. I cause you to sigh of pleasure with reason and without reason. I'm proportional and inversely proportional to hope. The value is given to me by feelings. Forbidden feelings. Feelings given by memories. Original feelings. I am the adventure. I am the figment. I'm everything. I am the number — stay wild. I bring joy when I appear. I bring joy when I disappear. I am the new year. Honestly, the future looks like wow. Make your wish list. I challenge you to conform to it. And by the way, — My name is