To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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

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

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

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

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 cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

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

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

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

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