響 (hibiki)
(2013)
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
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
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
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 hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
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!
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Perplexity breathes Into the hearts of all men In heart beat matters We shy our true intent like An elephant in the vent
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
