(2013)
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Archaic toiling Through endless character streams To drown deeper still Beneath black and white waters Until I breathe symbolly
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Fresh Seattle rain Cleanser more of soul than streets I envy that sound Such simple pure harmony Don’t forget that umbrella!
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!
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
The darkest of nights It is on these nights I turn To these keys, clicking Fervently beyond reason Behind safely shadowed doors
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble