(2013)
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
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
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
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
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
