(2013)
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
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:
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
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!
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
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
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
