A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble

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

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

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

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

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

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

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

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

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