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

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

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

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

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

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

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

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

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

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