(2013)
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
