This is me and isn't.
I wish you could understand...
I hear the sound of the violin
long before it begins...
I mourned you in this city.
Walking circles over the bricks of Faneuil...
Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...
Do I reminisce,
or is this only one of...
Such a strange affair,
between here and there...
Only the protruded objects have substance
and the hollow ones...
I’m trying to find my balance,
trying to understand what I need is not...
Where the sea parts,
I'm walking away from those shores...
If only I could weave these
tendrils of confusion...
Don't let betrayals
steal your belief in entire...
The Order Of Joy (Tanka)
Cinnamon flavored...