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My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
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…
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
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
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
