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

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

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

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

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

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

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

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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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