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

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

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

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

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

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

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

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

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

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

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays