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Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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
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
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
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…
