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?

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

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

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

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

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

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…

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

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

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

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

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

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble