that certain thing π₯π«¦
the gravitational attraction is at home
into this translation, rippled gracefully
on creek's groove of longing's quench
my tales' lips, so crystalline tenderized,
interpret to you, sedated, on your cheek,
words' silhouette, for you to absorb 'em
in each crumb of your immune system
meticulously, my narrative's blue eyes
with their infinite fiends, authenticate you
with their acting thrill equipped in yours
and like Newton's disc, that certain thing‧‧
will roll in colors and all-white intensities,
like the smile of this day, (D13), and
a tchin-tchin π₯, chic π«¦, Γ ma faΓ§on…
