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

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

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

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

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

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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