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Eyes Wide

Eyes wide like the child

  Sipping sweet experience,

Sparkling stars in disarray,

  The twilight starts to gather,

End to end,

    So they begin,

To greet the moon,

    Each day.

or

Sparkilng stars in disarray 

The twilights start to gather 

end to end to greet the moon 

And so they begin each day. 

or as a tanka

Eyes wide like the child

Sipping sweet experience,

Sparkling stars sit,

And twilight start to gather,

End to end, so they begin,

To greeting the moon each day

Washes of Hues 

Washes of hues, confuse 

the binge of sound.

Noises in the head, scrape 

against the colors,

in the brain.

The din maddening, 

Deafening the need,

to think. 

Quiet little harbingers,

Quiet little aches of loss,

Rise undulating in her mind,

Dancing, tauntingly 'til,

She couldn't take it anymore. 

Constant affection, disaffection 

In truth,

Blurred the hues 

that scraped the mind

That binged the brain 

in metronomes of sound 

all around.

All resound 

To drive her crazy. 

He did that. 

He made her crazy.

He made her crazy,

So that one night she just flew.

It wasn’t a long flight,

Just a gesture to the wind

As she was gone. 

Metronome of maestros

pounding in her brain,

Not-right-not-right.

(Take-flight-take-flight.)

The hues can’t erase

Swirling water-tones

of pigment 

She see inside her eyes.

The pattern on his jacket,

Buried tear stained face,

Sepia yellows, grayed blues,

Shadows begging for a palette,

knife.

Sleep eludes, scrapes

the brain

washes tints 

to form

the gone-ness of time

On the tempered paper

Of her mind.