Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly

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

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

Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths

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

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice

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

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

Foggy morning sky Your veil remains untouched by The flags of Autumn How cruel of you to kidnap Such keen keepsakes of your kin

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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