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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

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

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?

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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…

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

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

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

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