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

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

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

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

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

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…

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

A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there

To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?

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

No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told

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…

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