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

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

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

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…

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

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…

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

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

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!

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

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply