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

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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?

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

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

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

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

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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

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