(2013)
Tanka about the temptations of staying up late at night in front of the computer screen.
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初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
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
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished