Poetic Allusions · Un P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

in the scheme of his soul I'm weightless, — gravity is zero, and yet I'm felt • felt silky, like a peony's petal, pedantic and asymmetric caught inside its tender echo • echo crystalline, gifted to wilt till heals our longings' fragility like the pulse of a rain • a rain untamed …as weightlessly as I'll wait […in the scheme of his soul]

I can't stop the time and yet, unintended, I remember You for you're not what you hide in aphotic side unseen, but what you've become through your own free will, throwing light to my invisible shape, sensible and mystic in your style invoked, in your air inhaled, in your water, sunk, in your visions, zoomed, you not to be dropped in bad magic spells or to be hijacked by my deep-blue mind, deeper than the ocean darker than the night...