I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

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…

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished