(2013)
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Is there something dark? Dark, dark, deep down inside me Something that keeps me Away from the center ring A divergent path indeed
A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
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!
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
