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Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
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?
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
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:
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
