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

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 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…

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

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

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?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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