Th’waste rain-fall flows, fitfully free, unto sea o’er reams of language earth-born.
Flame-flick’ring fire of th’ancient dragon’s tongue callcries – Cymraeg! – o’er where the riverrun writes sediment’ry.
In sea-salt-sandy steps.
Inscribe upon those scrolls, your stylus dipped in deathless ink, the ‘glyphs I’ve gathered swiftly for to fend off time!
Breathe the lavenderic blossom.
Wood ‘n metal merged.
Less the windswept streetside ‘n its trials.
The view of rain that leaps the cloud-wisp walls ‘n wings its way unto the earth – I spread my thumb ‘n finger for to raise katsurakawa to a focal point.
Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.
No rhymes for reading; hearing!
Daringly, I – braceless – stood…
Sing silence from the unstaged page, the rhythm riv’ring through.