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

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

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

Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

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…

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

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

Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…

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

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