give it to you
a velvety translucent touch,
like a caress of the longing's sun,
grasped my shoulder,
on the melodic line
of a kaleidoscopic thought,
prognosticated to remediate
the corrosive behavior
of my debauchery insomnia
⋯
a charming smile,
and a loving voice
made itself heard,
whispering to me, —
«i'm your god…»,
«whatever you wish for,
i give it to you»
…
[with my eyes wide open, deep within me,
i saw myself in its own image and likeness,
understanding who's me for my own self]
⋯
the brilliant faith shines with splendor
because of what i am, — the fact that i am
