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

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

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

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

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

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

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

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

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…