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初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
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:
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
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
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…
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
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…
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
