my blue night has disorder's smell
and the perverse silence
even when voices are heard
in metaphoric algorithms… —
[and is so cynical… —]
lucky me for I'm beauty's miracle,
a performer
even in the sun
even in the shadow
attracting butterflies and Kolibri
transcending above any fears
making darkness charming fire
with any of my joys emanated
…
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © ᶜᵒᶜᵒ ;₎₎
Cocoon │ Johnny Stimson │ TwoFeet
