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

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

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

I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow

Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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…

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

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