To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

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

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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…

A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

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

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?

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

Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

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