Tanka №1

This incoherence

of feelings swell in my heart,

melting like metals,

bonding with each to impart

a valence, becoming whole

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I'm not who I am yesterday or tomorrow. Ever to become whom I long to be, to know; to move in place with Time's hand.

Your real inner self Cannot be touched from without Rather, in the dark Beneath the shallow smoke screen Buried deep is the treasure

Silence between words One beat of a hummingbird Moments 'tween moments Buried secrets, left unheard Dark star shining, formless pearl