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

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

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

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

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…

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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

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

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