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Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
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!
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
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?
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
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…
