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

Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!

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…

Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more

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

Words without meaning An open mouth seems empty Trying to express Something that dances lightly Forefront of a clouded heart

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

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

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

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

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

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

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