It strikes, not with a gale,
but with a drizzle of cherry blossoms
and a flurry of gentle chords.

Perfectly imperfect
Practicing perfection
Prevailing premonitions
Premonitions pray
Playing psychology
Psychology poems
Poetry’s plan
Plans perfectly
Possibly improving
Poetry’s imperfect
Passing perfection
Preaching
(I’m) Perfect

Normality
A struggle
In the disturbance
Of my role
Dread
A hormone
Pumping through my soul
Please free me
Let my weary heart beat
Open up my mind
Let me flow my ink!
........

The galaxy dances above the ether,
and the moon smiles at the melody,
knowing all the while
that it was written
just for her.