sloe gin
I embodied you in another creature
reincarnated not from a fairy spirit
but gifted to direct you at a stage
of a futuristic idea felt in a sloe gin
able like a vermin to eat your pain,
a pain found in any soul, at a time...
mille fois
i am the sky of the skies above all the skies, bearing the sun of the sun of all the suns, and the moon of the moon of all the moons i am the world of the worlds of all the worlds, bearing the star of the stars of all the stars, and the dream of the dream of all the dreams i am the wish of the wish of all the wishes, bearing the night of the night of all the nights, and the day of the days of all the days i am the love of the love of all the loves, bearing the color of the colors of all the colors, and the joy of the joys of all the joys i am the very best of the best of all the best, for i am the i of myself of all the i of the selves of i, crème de la crème of all the crème de la crème (je suis mille fois un trait distinctif traduite), while a thousand times is not enough for what i am for any sky, any world, any wish, any love, inculcated