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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

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

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