i want more action between words' space, your thoughts howled, — so music filled 'em

I've let myself drift through the poems of the sea and the blueness of some pianissimo sounds I got in delirium, surfing in their whirl, dreaming to see what you saw through any groggy dream I have shimmered thru all hazes and archipelagos of stars' winter, hid carefully in your celestial eyes so I can feel your touch touching my mystic scent, to sigh to me just a thought, — [i want you badly]