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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
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…
Howling and wailing Like the vast October winds Delightful to find Many who share the same chord Sing till frogs jump in our throat…
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
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