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

Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens

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

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

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…

Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life

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…

Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal

Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name

Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs