ghost of mist and pieces and trees
falling delightfully like fading spring
ghost of loss, of thought, of everything
-s’s.
I can't see your art, I don't know what beauty beneath eyes like yours could be, what it looks like, how you’ll love, what you’ll know, why I should follow you home -s’s.
something in soft wind
something in lockets
women in frost
fleeing the country
A little bit lost
it felt
-s’s.
and you
are singing in a million trees
get dressed
and you
have nobody left to envy
and you
see me for another time
and you
Say nothing
as you
walk past me
-s’s.
tears stream out eyes into the pacific, sweet in a saltwater company white and blue in an ocean scenic, in peculiar harmony
-s's.
-s's.
watching you on, but from afar
I wouldn't have known, If I should choose to go
Someone make my mind up for me,
Somehow.
-s's.
calm me down, drown me in a distant ocean that never gets discovered Deep dark blankets, blue and far and wise and sad Troubled by the mystery of people on land
-s’s.
The Face of Another (1996) Dir. Hiroshi Teshigahara
-s’s.
pre-cognitive poetry
takes place without me knowing
and as soon as any old day goes by
I sit beside a pond
inside my head psychic grip then
releases me back into the world again
-s’s.