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

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

To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour

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

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

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

A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock

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

The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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…

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished