Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me

The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

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

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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