(2013)
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
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
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
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
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
