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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

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

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

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…

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

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

A sudden waking From formless blinking through dre… Please, just one more year! Surprised to glance the moon’s fac… An hour before her phase