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
