Trying to hear the rain

A shock of new bamboo

And a waft of greenling thrushes

The wind goes swishing with them by

Conversing? Or perhaps maybe hushes

I do not know which one of them make it

Or whether they're laughs or sighs

It could be one and all same

I think it is 

It must be just

A kindergartner class

Trying to hear the rain

Rock creek

I've come here as I've come before 

Only it's dark

And there are no bedtimes

It is twilight

But my heart is placed

So perfectly within

These planes are placid 

For being stranged

And barely bade self-passage 

Through with rains,

The creek whispers it's thanks

But I blush with builder's sin 

Because

Streets have started

Making themselves 

And streams have stopped 

Singing to themselves

Not to mention 

Whereto has gone the singing 

In the interim

At least We are a twilight yet

And one without the fear of home

You for never having seen the sea

Me for no longer to another belonging 

It is dark

But my heart is placed 

So perfectly within

To sit with you in murk

And begin

To serenade our endings

Unremarkable

What an unremarkable day

It is a wonder 

That I noticed it

That I sensed this sleeper

Creeping over

Yet here it is 

And I still

I still don't even remember

What day it is

The rim of the world

The rim glows 

An abundance of color

Of moving shaping wafting tastes

Of days made in another time

But what you'd call another place

The rim glows

And I may never see the world

But I have seen the sun

And In that way

Across that glow

I must have seen enough

To know across times

And places to go

I must have seen enough 

To see the sun

Turn into some othertime

Some otherwhere else

25 du 30

Tell me how long the train's been 

gone

And when it will be back again

It will be back 

Again

It will

Tell me how long she's been 

gone

And if she will be back again

She be back

But then...

Tell how gone the earth is 

Long

An why it turns around again

And again it turns around

Again

It will

A creation

Whenever did I explode

And fragment over

The Green plastic coverings 

Of electric monstrosities

Their censored mugs are most displeasing 

But most displacing is their queasy ernestness

Attempting validation

This must be god and his creation