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

Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

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

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

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

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

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

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

I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…

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

Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal