A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

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 sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

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

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?

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

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

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice