subtle thing

i’m like a lunatic in your quest…
i even learned how to talk by myself
keeping silently all of my thoughts written
with letters of an imaginary alphabet
out of a story more unreal than any unreal
supported in the conjuncture of the ink, with
the taste of the coffee, slowly slow savored,
in music travestied, in addiction extended
by a subtle thing… so smoothly teleported

©ᵏᴼᵏᴼ ↭ un p’tit je ne sais quoi
Marian Hill

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