Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

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?

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

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

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…

Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling

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

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils